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Guinea – Wasserfälle und Kofferdrama

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Guinea – Die Heimat der Schlaglöcher

Ich wollte eigentlich nach Liberia, aber alles, was ich finden konnte, war eine Rundreise, die Liberia und Guinea kombiniert. Perfekt. Ich wusste nicht viel über Guinea. Aber ich wusste, dass ich das gerne ändern würde. Also los. Conakry, ich komme!

Leider hatte ich für dieses Abenteuer die Royal Air Maroc gewählt und das ist nicht die zuverlässigste Airline, wenn es darum geht, Koffer gemeinsam mit ihren Besitzern an dasselbe Reiseziel zu transportieren. Also stand ich da mitten in der Nacht am fast leeren Flughafen in iener großen Halle voller herrenloser Koffer der letzten Wochen. Das Kofferband ratterte. Aber mein Koffer war nicht dabei.

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