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DISPATCH<br />
For reasons I<br />
still do not know,<br />
Patrice decided<br />
this was the perfect<br />
moment to practice<br />
his elephant<br />
trumpeting skills.<br />
The elephants<br />
didn’t hesitate and<br />
charged.<br />
I<br />
have dreamt of visiting Gabon<br />
for decades, but somehow it has<br />
always been just out of reach. No<br />
longer. As the plane started its<br />
descent into Léon-Mba International<br />
Airport the vast Congo Basin came<br />
into view. Broccoli as far as the eye<br />
could see. Simply mesmerising.<br />
Libreville, French for “Freetown”, is<br />
Gabon’s unassuming capital city of about a<br />
million souls. Situated directly on the shores of<br />
the Atlantic Ocean in the protected Estuaire<br />
of Gabon, it exudes a supremely relaxed<br />
vibe. One that just happens to be extremely<br />
appropriate for the stifling equatorial<br />
humidity. We headed straight for the refuge of<br />
La Tropicana, a simple hotel with dark wood<br />
paneled rooms situated on a picturesque<br />
stretch of beach in the middle of Libreville<br />
that has become a favourite amongst expats<br />
visiting the country.<br />
With only a day in the city, we were<br />
excited to be immersed into what Libreville<br />
had to offer. We navigated our way through<br />
the manic traffic on the oceanfront boulevard,<br />
swinging past the extravagant yet imposing<br />
golden glass Palais Presidentiel, built by the<br />
late President Bongo in the 1970s. Sadly,<br />
visitors are not allowed inside and any<br />
attempts at photography would also be<br />
considered a major faux pas. We quickly<br />
moved on to marvel at the architectural<br />
wonders of the Ministry of Mines and Petrol<br />
building which is positively futuristic. As<br />
evening fell we strolled along the beach<br />
to La Voile Rouge, one of the most popular<br />
restaurants serving mouth-watering dishes with<br />
a French flair best consumed in the warm sea<br />
breeze.<br />
Next morning, after a Parisian breakfast of<br />
Pain au Chocolates, croissants and excellent<br />
French coffee at Chez Paul situated on<br />
Boulevard Quaben, we departed Libreville<br />
heading for one of Gabon’s premier national<br />
parks: La Lopé, a Unesco World Heritage<br />
Site. While a six hour stint aboard the famous<br />
Trans Gabon Railway is the easiest way to<br />
make it to Lopé, the night-time departures<br />
from Libreville’s Owendo Station mean that<br />
you miss the opportunity to appreciate the<br />
stunning scenery through which you travel.<br />
Instead we opted for a sturdy landcruiser.<br />
As a result we quickly became intimately<br />
acquainted with the affectionately known<br />
Gabonese massage.<br />
The road out of Libreville deteriorated with<br />
an insatiable appetite as massive potholes<br />
erupted all around us. Despite slowing to a<br />
crawl, our bodies were still regularly flung<br />
through the cabin. It didn't matter, however,<br />
as I stared out of the window at the tunnel of<br />
vivid and vibrant greens.<br />
After about four hours we pulled into the<br />
town of Ndjolé, situated on the banks of the<br />
Ogooué river, the fourth largest in Africa.<br />
Ndjolé was never going to win any aesthetic<br />
awards but there was still a special reason for<br />
interrupting our journey east: lunch. Down by<br />
the river there was an open-air kitchen of sorts<br />
with individual stoves, each presided over by<br />
a chef. It was a hectic affair. The moment we<br />
arrived we were pounced upon with offers<br />
from deliciously slow cooked meats to oily<br />
potato chips and deep fried bananas, each<br />
served with a smile.<br />
As our journey continued eastwards,<br />
somewhere along the way we passed the<br />
village of Junkville (pronounced Chengué-ville).<br />
An up and coming metropolis it was not - take<br />
my word for it. We plunged ever deeper on<br />
worsening roads, the rain making a muddy<br />
mess ahead of us. Yet, somehow the lowhanging<br />
fog made it a hauntingly beautiful<br />
experience.<br />
By mid-afternoon we were settled into<br />
some simple cottages situated just outside of<br />
Lopé village. Suddenly Patrice, the caretaker,<br />
came to fetch us. He had spotted a couple of<br />
forest elephants tucked away just beyond the<br />
clearing. This was too good an opportunity<br />
to miss! We followed enthusiastically, albeit<br />
cautiously. He beckoned us closer until we<br />
were no more than 15m from them. There they<br />
stood, three of them - completely unaware of<br />
our presence, feeding peacefully.<br />
For reasons I still do not know, Patrice<br />
decided this was the perfect moment to<br />
practice his elephant trumpeting skills. The<br />
elephants didn’t hesitate and charged. We<br />
turned and ran, slipping and sliding through<br />
the mud, the animals hot on our heels. From<br />
the safety of the cottages we watched the<br />
elephant signalling its displeasure one final<br />
time at the edge of the clearing before slinking<br />
away into the darkness. Patrice was in stitches<br />
of laughter on the ground.<br />
Come sunset we headed into Lopé<br />
National Park with the conservateur, in search<br />
of elephants, gorillas and whatever else this<br />
magical place had to offer. It was the golden<br />
hour. The undulating savannahs, framed by<br />
the Ogooué River, turned a vibrant shade of<br />
yellow. The gravel crunched happily under our<br />
tyres. It was one of those Ernest Hemmingway<br />
moments. We headed deeper into the park,<br />
dropping down into dense forested patches in<br />
the valleys. We stopped the car and listened<br />
and looked with bated breath but the elusive<br />
gorillas were nowhere to be seen. All I wanted<br />
was a fleeting glimpse of one of the estimated<br />
25,000 gorillas, but it was not to be. As we<br />
emerged out onto another patch of savannah,<br />
the sky was turning a deep shade of purple,<br />
tall trees of an ancient primary forest creating<br />
silhouettes on the horizon.<br />
Suddenly out of nowhere, a sound erupted<br />
from the tall grass to our left. It was two forest<br />
elephants. They had been spooked by our<br />
sudden appearance. The elephants and I<br />
stared at each other, one of them lazily lifting<br />
its trunk to taste the air. Then just as quickly as<br />
they had appeared they disappeared into the<br />
undergrowth. As the night closed in around us,<br />
I promised myself I would return to see what<br />
else Gabon had to offer.<br />
NOMAD MAGAZINE 2019 45