Sierra Leone

[QUOTE=Mombie75;2459786]Good story.

I spend quite a bit of time in Kenya and some years ago I rented an apartment on the top floor of a 3 storey block. Opposite me lived a lady around 40 who had a good job in town for a big company. Three times a week I used to have some of my regulars come around for overnighters. After a month at this apartment I would see the neighbour coming and going, meeting on the stairs etc. We would exchange pleasantries and she was a sexy thing always dressed well. One day I am on my way in and she is coming out so we start to chat. She asks if I am having anyone over tonight? I say maybe, why do you ask? She then goes on to ask me where are my manners? She gets to hear my bed rocking, girls moaning 3 times a week keeping her awake. So I go a bit red and start to apologize, but she says there is no need to apologize for the noise she is not bothered about that. She is just pissed off that I have never invited her in for her turn, why are those people getting the pleasure and not your friendly neighbor she says.

Hence she got invited in several ties after that.

Only in Africa.[/QUOTE]Love it! I can certainly see that play out in Kenya.

12 years back, a random secretary at a office I worked with ask me how I was and I said I was not good: bored and lonely. I didn't have a cellphone then. She found out from her colleagues where I was staying and showed up at my hotel. I didn't even remember her name and when the reception called, I refused to let her come up. When I went down, it was embarrassing that I didn't even know her name. I didn't know what she wanted and took her to the Java house across her street. She was so confused and assumed I was not interested in her. We had coffee and did small talk while I was trying to tease out what she wanted. (It's very common to get hit up for cash from random people in Kenya.) She said she stopped by because I looked sad and wanted to make me happy. I thanked her for stopping by and spending time with me. She walked me back to the hotel and while I expected her to leave, she just matter-of-factly started climbing the stairs. What could I say? Once in the room, she declared she wanted to shower and jumped in leaving the door open. I waited outside like a gentleman. She came out in a towel, and seeing me fully dressed, started laughing. "You don't like me?" she said dropping her towel. Holy smokes, I thought. She quickly helped me undress. Pants, shirt, and as I was taking my undershirt off, she pulled down my shorts and was sucking me. We had three rounds of pure bareback sex until late night. She called a trusted cab and went home. I was back in the office next day for a meeting with her boss's boss. She made coffee for me and in front of the other office staff, formally asked me how I was doing. I said "I am good; a little bored and lonely. " She couldn't suppress a giggle. The boss was out and she showed me to the office and came in with the coffee. As the door of the air-conditioned office closed behind us, I thanked her for the coffee while sticking my hand down her olive green pants and panties to get a peek and whiff of her pussy. Her facial expression, though it lasted a fraction of a second was priceless. She ran out quickly and left me alone with a boner. Yup, she was back in the evening, and this time she didn't have to wait at the reception. As soon as she entered the room, I pulled her to the desk and bet her over, pulled her pants down, and fucked her from behind. She was so wet that I could barely feel a thing. We showered only after that quick round of smelly raw sex. She told me how difficult it was for her to wait all day after the morning's incident. Ahhhh Kenya!

[QUOTE=SmallBuns;2245039]Lots of little rivers where the locals go to wash, bathe, or just have fun. Check out Roland's Beach or Beach #1.

Found this lovely lady washing clothes with her friends. They invited me to jump in the water and I stripped down to my briefs and jumped in. She was happy to lend me her scrubber and also scrubbed my back for me. We met there, in the presence of her friends and extended family, two days in a row. Chatted and cooled down for about 2 hours both days. We visited her place and met her folks. Then she asked me where I was staying and came over to see my place. She was really impressed with the shower and asked me if she could use it. She asked me if I had a sarong for her to bathe in. I offered her a towel but also explained how we undress completely and shower. She was really amused but I explained that the place was covered and no one could see her. Including me if she shut the door. She nodded and shut the door. I could hear the shower go on for a while..[/QUOTE]Makeni is full of surprises. I do not have pictures to share because the cute I met were all shy and could not allow me shooting photos of them.

One day in 2016, I was in Makeni staying at Wusum Hotel, one of the top or maybe the top hotel in the area.

Met just nearby a very slim school girl of around 16 or 17. Let us say around 500 m walking way from the hotel. It was the first encounter on the street. She was very cute. I asked her to join me to the hotel for an evening tea. She nodded and told me to take a motor bike: one rider and two of us on the same bike. She said she liked it. I agreed though I was a bit scared.

1 or less minute we were in my hotel room. She said she wanted to take a shower as she liked it. She took off all her things and went in. I stayed in my room watching the CNN news.

After a while, she came back and asked what I wanted. I could not find the answer. She told me in their culture when a woman has just removed all dirt on her body, I should be ready to fuck her. I worryingly took off my underpants and trousers while the young school girl was lying on the bed opening her legs. I do not remember what exactly I did but it might be the best sex experience I ever had in my life. Very clean shaved pussy, smiling girl spreading her legs to the widest and I could penetrate deep and deep and she wanted me to go deeper and deeper.

We had three rounds on the bed and the last fourth in the shower. No money was requested but a human, I gave her some 60 K leones for her bike back home. This is one of the things I miss from Sweet Salone when I think about this COVID 19 and lockdown.

Our very own SmallBuns has published an excellent travel memoir called "Eat F*ck Love" detailing his escapades while on a backpacking trip in Western Europe. It is funny, steamy and titillating. I found the book highly entertaining. Smallbuns being a modest man won't promote his book. However I as one of the first reader strongly recommend it. It helps that the book could be purchased for as little as $4, and the first 30 odd pages are free to read on amazon.

[URL]https://www.amazon.com/Eat-Love-Enlightening-Epiphanies-Backpacker-ebook/dp/B08HYKW452/[/URL]

[QUOTE=SonicBoom1;2495783]Our very own SmallBuns has published an excellent travel memoir called "Eat F*ck Love" detailing his escapades while on a backpacking trip in Western Europe. It is funny, steamy and titillating. I found the book highly entertaining. Smallbuns being a modest man won't promote his book. However I as one of the first reader strongly recommend it. It helps that the book could be purchased for as little as $4, and the first 30 odd pages are free to read on amazon.

[URL]https://www.amazon.com/Eat-Love-Enlightening-Epiphanies-Backpacker-ebook/dp/B08HYKW452/[/URL][/QUOTE]Thank you for mentioning this book. Without question, one of the most compelling renditions of contemporary human experience, anchored to everlasting truths!

A long afternoon spent skinny dipping in the Rokel river with a local friend.

The village kids got us a bag full of sweet juicy mangoes.

I sucked on the mangoes while my friend sucked me above and under water.

Salone, sweet sweet Salone!

Met this stunning beauty through a common friend.

Her pretentious attitude and fake accent were repulsive.

But I enjoyed getting her to pose and flaunt her curves.

A crowd formed; she staged a nipslip to entertain them.

We jumped in the shower, I cleaned the sand off her back.

"Can you help?" she winked pointing to her bottom.

We groped and probed, squeezed and sucked.

Alas. Blood on my fingers; my fate was fucked.

She pushed me on the bed and slurped my noodle.

I shot deep in her throat and the gully between her buns.

Snack, soda and transport barely cost me eight.

Tight wet pussy was promised for the next date.

I just got back from my 4th trip to Freetown and there's been a ludicrous attempt to sanitise the strip by bulldozing the shanty towns and putting up a strong of identikit bars along the beach that are basically empty. Someone wrote of triggering a fight outside Papaya with girls fighting over him. I saw one girl in the week I was there.

People only seem to go out Fridays. Toma is a very cool bar, Honeysuckle is an attempt at a pub but they're all deserted six nights a week. Warehouse too.

The other 99.9% of Freetown hasn't changed but I couldn't stay around there. I had hoped to stay 3 weeks but bailed after 8 days and 3 of them were hanging around for the Covid Test / result.

Taking a break from Madagascar due to its current rainy season. Decided to travel west Africa. I started in The Gambia, then on to Senegal. Reports for both countries are in their respective forums. Now for Sierra Leone, then on to Nigeria and Cameroon.

First of all, a common misconception is that Sierra Leone is a French or Spanish-speaking country beacause its name is a relic of former Portuguese and Spanish traders. Actually Sierra Leone is anglophone. English is the official language. And it's worth noting that most locals I met referred to their nation by its nickname, Salone.

The tourist visa is available on arrival in Freetown airport, the capital city. There is also an ATM and a currency-exchange kiosk in the airport (which gave me a better rate for my US Dollars than the official rate online).

The airport is separated from Freetown by a body of water, so there are private and public boats available to carry you across. I chose the public ferry. It's cheap and a great party. On board we had food, drinks, music, dancing, comedic performances, and a lot of camaraderie. The locals in Freetown were lovely people, friendly, helpful, and loved to have fun. I also met some beautiful young ladies on the ferry who I chatted with and collected phone numbers for connecting later. [I]On a side note, public transport in Africa is excellent hunting ground[/I].

After departing the ferry, I took a taxi into Freetown and arrived at Sweet Mother's Guesthouse, located near the southern end of Aberdeen which is a popular peninsula with a strip of beachfront bars, restaurants, hotels, and discos along Lumley Beach Road.

During my ride from the ferry to the guesthouse, I observed the densely (overly?) populated city of Freetown. People and traffic are everywhere. Motorcycle taxis are common. And after checking in to the guesthouse, I connected with a moto-driver who gave me a tour of the city, including the Aberdeen strip. My impressions were that Aberdeen had once been a well-developed, highly-trafficked beachfront destination for locals and tourists. But it has fallen into disrepair. A lot of wooden shacks and shanty construction remain. Nonetheless, the area's natural beauty shined, and it seemed to have great potential if the government decided to invest in the revitalization of Aberdeen as a business / tourist district.

Among the places he showed me were Fourah Bay College, which was full of beautiful ladies. We visited the campus several times in the following weeks, and I always collected a handful of numbers. We also explored downtown, but there were just so many people it was hard to connect. Most of our hunting was in and around Aberdeen, and usually in the late-afternoon, evening, and night.

By the way, Tinder is also popular and effective if online is your preference.

Some of the places in Aberdeen I recommend are: Kingston Bar, Papa Cleff, and The Warehouse. There are many other (nameless) venues within walking distance to these.

On a positive note, Freetown has a lot of ladies who are interested and available. They are incredibly sweet, feminine, and cooperative. The typical appearance is medium height, slim, and dark-skin. Wigs and weaves (fake hair) are common. I also saw some skin bleaching, although not as much as in Ghana.

As for prices, it's important to first reiterate that Sierra Leone changed its currency in 2022. Previously the notes were one thousand, two thousand, five thousand, and ten thousand leones. They have removed the "thousand" from all notes. As a result, the currency is now one, two, five, ten, and (a new note) twenty leones.

Cash gifts I offered to ladies were similar to other African countries: short-term 200 leones. Long-term 300 leones. I also paid for all transportation, food, drinks, and entertainment. I received no complaints.

On the subject of money, Sierra Leone is a cash-based society (like many African countries). Most hotels, restaurants, clubs, and bars do not accept credit or debit cards, and there is no mobile money network like M-PESA in Kenya. In other words, you must carry cash everywhere and every day. The problem specifically with Sierra Leone is that the bills are of such low value that it's necessary to carry pockets full of money just to pay daily expenses. For example, 20 leones (the largest bill in circulation) is only equal to about $1. Yes, one dollar. Well, my hotel for the week was $300. Imagine having to go to the ATM machine, withdraw 300 one-dollar bills. BUT the ATM will only dispense 20 or 40 bills per transaction, depending on the bank. So it's necessary to make upwards of 15 consecutive withdrawals just to get the cash necessary to pay the hotel. This is before withdrawing cash to pay for food, drinks, entertainment, and ladies.

Sierra Leone is the first country where I thought to myself that the currency is worth less than the paper it's printed on. This can be good and bad. While a worthless currency is good in that products and services are cheap, especially if you discover and live within the local economy, it's bad in that you have to deal with dozens of regular ATM withdrawals and carrying large amounts of cash on you every day. Moreover, the locals know you are carrying it, and they know that you are a foreigner. Fortunately, during my time in Freetown, I had no issues with crime or personal safety.

Food in Freetown was not for me. Typical meals were often just rice with a SUPER spicy sauce on top. Way too much hot pepper for me. I usually couldn't taste the food through the spice.

Also, I observed a lack of a beach culture. In fact, the ocean at the southern point of Aberdeen is literally a floating trash dump. During my first days at Sweet Mother's Guesthouse, I enjoyed walking to the beach where several local women grilled and sold fish for lunch. But I never saw anyone swimming in the ocean. On the third day, I decided to carry my beach shorts and to take a swim. Big mistake. I barely set a foot into the water before a barrage of plastic bottles, bags, and other garbage surrounded me. I could not take a step without a sea of floating trash colliding with me. At that moment, I understood why nobody swam in the ocean. I had never experienced anything like that before or since. It's truly disappointing (from a local business perspective) because the Aberdeen peninsula and Freetown as a city are amazingly beautiful naturally, and they should be cleaned-up if for no other reason than as attractions for tourists who want to visit, swim, and [I]spend money[/I].

From Freetown, my plan was to fly directly to Lagos, Nigeria. So I needed to obtain a tourist visa for Nigeria. While in Freetown, I visited the Nigerian High Commission (embassy) in order to secure my visa. That whole experience was an expensive, illogical, frustrating pain-in-the-ass. In fact, I ended up visiting the High Commission six times, paid a total of $360, submitted current bank statements to demonstrate my financial solvency, and even sat face-to-face for a required interview with the ambassador himself. All of this was simply to [I]visit[/I] Nigeria. Little did I know that the horrible process of obtaining a tourist visa was a harbinger of things to come during my time in Nigeria. More on that trip in the Nigeria forum.

[QUOTE=ChocolateHuntr;2898401]Taking a break from Madagascar due to its current rainy season. Decided to travel west Africa. I started in The Gambia, then on to Senegal. Reports for both countries are in their respective forums. Now for Sierra Leone, then on to Nigeria and Cameroon.

First of all, a common misconception is that Sierra Leone is a French or Spanish-speaking country beacause its name is a relic of former Portuguese and Spanish traders. Actually Sierra Leone is anglophone. English is the official language. And it's worth noting that most locals I met referred to their nation by its nickname, Salone.

The tourist visa is available on arrival in Freetown airport, the capital city. There is also an ATM and a currency-exchange kiosk in the airport (which gave me a better rate for my US Dollars than the official rate online)..[/QUOTE]Finally a traveler report. Worth reading. All information is there. Good to know that there's new Leones. Not helpful if the biggest now is still a dollar. Ridiculous. So you still have to run around with loads of USD. Be happy that they actually gave you a Nigerian Visa. Normally they refer you back to your home country. Ridiculous. The worst Visa to get are the one for Nigeria and DRC. The problem when Sweet Salone is manifold. First they had the Civil war. Then Ebola. Then COVID. That killed society. They try to bring tourism back. The VOA for 80 $ was a first positive step. Before the war there was a famous luxury hotel on beach number 2. All rich and famous choppered in from the airport. Tempos passados. But I still liked Salone girls. I had a number of them back in the Gambia.

Mwalimu.