(with some rather caring guys: one was offering Nico his coat so he wouldn’t be too cold and another offered him his box as a shelter from the wind… really sweet!)
I know this sounds very cruel of me, but surely I meant it well. But let’s start from the beginning. The day after our arrival here in Cotonou Nico fell ill. He was having fever, all sorts of aches and pains and problems with his digestive system. He was so much suffering that we thought that it might be better if he goes to see a doctor. The hotel receptionist had told me that there was a clinic just around the corner. When we left the hotel Nico rushed out first and on his way asked the hotel warden for the clinic.
He was pointed to a different direction as the receptionist indicated earlier and when we arrived there, it was for women and children only. Thus it was not much use for Nico. We asked for directions to another more suitable clinic. However Africans are not very good in wising the way, so we ended up wandering around in search for that clinic. Meanwhile it started raining. Just when it started to pour down really heavily, we arrived at the bridge and found a refuge underneath it. As the rain didn’t seem to get less, I decided to run back to the hotel (which was only five minutes away) to get the rain coats, while leaving Nico under the bridge in the care of those lovely gentlemen down there. On the way back to the bridge I finally found the clinic that the receptionist had earlier mentioned and really it was just around the corner from the hotel. I picked up Nico from underneath the bridge and brought him there for some checks and medical care…
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