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[subscribe2]CLUB-COTON-CHAD, MOUNDOU

 

Our room is right under the palm tree

Our room is right under the palm tree

The dining room (thatched hut in background)

The dining room (thatched hut in background)

The bar and lounge at Club-Coton-Chad

The bar and lounge at Club-Coton-Chad

As the name of our hotel indicates, we are in the cotton growing region of Chad, in its southern and second largest town, Moundou also known for the ‘Gala’ brewery and nearby oil exploration. This is a more tropical part of the country than N’Djamena where we have come from. But with this tropical climate comes the greatest curse in Africa, malaria. The malaria in this region is serious. Our clothes are sprayed, we sleep under impregnated nets, we burn mosquito repellents in the room and at dawn and dusk we cover every inch of skin with lotions and potions or thick clothes. All a bit of a palaver in this hot weather but better to be safe than sorry.

I’ve just been trawling the web to see if I can find out more about Moundou and unsurprisingly I am met with endless blank pages on Trip Advisor, Yahoo etc. BUT I have unearthed the following: Moundou is a beautiful place for local walks. You can visit the Logone River and the National Museum. People in Moundou are very cooperative. There are new developments along the riverside. There is also a national ballet dancing bar that is an attractive area to visit and learn about southern culture and civilization in Chad. Don’t forget to visit different Roundabout Stadium. I am now so intrigued about the ‘national ballet dancing bar’ that I think Carlo and I will have to go and find it!! We might as well check out Roundabout Stadium while we’re at it. I do love Africa!!

Now I have to tell you more about our hotel as we have had smiles of amusement on our faces since the moment we checked in! It’s certainly a ‘no frills’ hotel and star ratings wouldn’t apply but there is something very endearing about its weather worn personality and the people who run it and who work here.

 

Elegant lady who looks after the rooms

Elegant lady who looks after the rooms

Diane,a waitress here.  She like my nail varnish!

Diane,a waitress here. She like my nail varnish!

The end result

The end result

We had arrived at dusk, hot and dusty after our 8 hour drive from NDJ so once in our room a shower seemed a priority.  I went first and all I can say is that the scene was like a snake charmer trying to tame a spitting cobra!  The first jet of water shot out of the shower and hit the wall behind my head, then a splutter before the next jet hit me full in the stomach.  I was finally assaulted on the face by its last burst of spitting fury.  Now I understood why someone had put a water bottle between the wall and the shower head (see pic).  While all this erratic spitting of water was happening I was fumbling with the taps because it seemed that hot water was coming out of the tap marked in blue and cold water was coming out of the one marked in red.  Hmmmmm!  Eventually as more water flowed, the trapped air escaped and my cobra seemed tamed.

The head of the spitting cobra!

The head of the spitting cobra!

The next day the plumber was called and jubilantly proclaimed ‘Oh I see the problem, the hot and cold pipes have been reversed’.  With that already known comment and no other explanation, he disappeared for the day.  By now the protesting hot water cylinder had developed a persistent and annoyingly loud three second beep (something to do with the water pressure Carlo assured me).  That night, as if in sympathy,  the air con unit burst into life roaring like a small jet engine, adding to the incessant beep, beep coming from the bathroom. Then at dawn a flock of crows landed on our corrugated iron roof, sounding like a rats with clogs on.  The orchestra was now complete and all we could do was laugh as this cacophony of different noises got us up early and ready for another day in Moundou .

Come back soon as there SO many endearing stories about our time at Club-Coton-Chad …..

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