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We were in pursuit of the rarely seen Fouta Djalon ranges. Driving around in a motorbike my guide and I could see the lush green pine trees mixed with other varieties of trees. All were surrounding the road and the hills in the distances. Locals pop up every now and then and they look gobsmacked.
Kids yell out all day “Porto!” (In the local language) which means, “White skin!” It’s som...
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aspiringnomad
Jason
"Real" Africa
What, and where, is it?