OVERLAND TO UPPER VOLTA. By Uncle Monty.

Overland To Upper Volta.
By Uncle Monty.
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Standing right here at Morocco’s Sunni and mosaic

capital of Rabat, we’re now about half way, give or

take, on the first leg of our Swahili's safari tour of

driving another 1,800 miles overland to Ouagadougou,

the French-speaking capital of Burkina Faso that was

once known as central West Africa’s Upper Volta.
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For Maria and I, we’ll go thru three or four more
countries and geographical hotspots like the Western

Sahara, and onto Mauritania (at where the military coup

by Mohamed Ould Abdelazizat at the capital Nouakchott
took place just over a week and abit ago with its elected

President Sidi Mohamed Ould Cheikh Abdallahi still be-

ing detained by the coup leaders, who have been widely

condemned around the world) and then arriving at Mali,

before we finally reach inside the former Upper Volta.

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It will take us three or four days or more, I

guess, to arrive there in our convoy of seven or

eight British Land Rovers and American Jeeps.

The overland convey includes armed drivers, an
experienced African guide, and a tour navigator.

Plus, an healthy backup of two 4x4 American jeeps in

case we have a mechanical breakdown or a road accident.

There’ll be about 15 to 18 other presently unknown

Europeans and Yankees joining us as global travel-

lors to this rugged frontier of boiling hot days and

its intruding aeon of aridity.
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Being European and American travellors requires great

caution from being sitting ducks for those who may seek

to perhaps rob us on the waffle-like highways of deep

desert and blowing sand storms. In Mauritania itself, a

number of French tourists have been robbed and re-

portedly killed already this year. Worse still is the real

fear and danger of being kidnapped for ransom or

for some political motivation of those African and/or

Muslim rebels who are likely to see us as nothing

more than pawns or pure white “colonialists,” which,

of course, we’re not. We’re just globe trotters look-

ing to experience a new travel thrill with all its

various ambiance and dark entanglements. And

seeking, too, to expand our experience of seeing

these parts of Africa we’ve not seen before.

We come unarmed, unlike our Safari drivers.
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A scaled-down map of where Maria and I

will go overland to Upper Volta from Rabat.

Whatever, we’re right off to Upper Volta and come

what may we’ll all surely arrive there hopefully in one

piece. And, hopefully, a lot more wiser about Africa and

her different people and her indigenous culture and her

amazing wildlife by our own first hand and upfront

encounters while journeying thru inmost West Africa.

We will not be hunting the rare and beautiful creatures

we hope to see and photograph. Those who come to kill

by hunting need not come with their rifles and shotguns

near us. We support the preservation of all wildlife

and not the slaughter and wanton killing of such.
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Ah, we do have just one vacant seat left if you’d like to

join us here. But please, don’t bother to come with us

if you don’t have at least a potful or pocketful of Brit or

Yankee dough of about $US6.400 - or £3.200 -- for your

rear seat which is the cheapest. The two front ones, the
most expensive, have already been booked and taken

by none other than Contessa Maria and me. Thankfully,

she’s already paid for them. Such then is not for skinflints.

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So here we come, abit intrepidly I must say, to Upper

Volta’s old tribal capital of Ouagadougou at where at least

44 gold miners died underground last week due to the

bloody goldmine collapsing on them thru very heavy

rainfalls. Sad for them. See ya then, all from there …
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See ya all on my return, Uncle Monty.

+Murdered David Adams, 17, 1985-2oo8.
...

At Morocco's Rabat.

...

I want to personally thank

James Higgins of Chamberlain De Broe

for his kind and generous financial gift to me
for my West Africa hols. Thank you so much

James … You’re much like Maria, much too

generous and much too kind to an old and

‘potheaded’ fart like me. Kudos to James ...
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Overland To Upper Volta. By Uncle Monty

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:: BLOG NOTICE ::
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While here in Africa, I shall be taking a much needed
break from my blog for the next couple of weeks unless
something drastic or major happens that will drive me
to instantly blog on whatever that may be. Otherwise, I,
Uncle Monty, bid you all a nice holiday and/or a work
break that we all need from time to time. That

time is now for me and perhaps for you.

So happy days are here again.

...

So byebye and toodaloo, Uncle Monty.

+Florence Nightingale, 1910-2oo8.
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Yet, another UK immigrant wedding this
week at the same RC church from last week.

Yet, Another UK Immigrant Wedding.
Story and Photos By Uncle Monty.
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This week’s immigrant wedding was alot less showy

and alot less costly than last week’s matrimonial do

costing an estimated $18.000 to do. But, there was

by far alot more folkz at this week's do than last.

I photographed at the same RC Church this week

like I did last week. However, I took my cameras

this time upto a third floor window to view and

photographed from some 150 yards away from the
church itself. Such was unlike standing close to the

parish door like I did before in the pouring rain to

record my first immigrant wedding event in the
UK. So in less than a week I have now seen and
recorded two African immigrant weddings in full
bloom. Both weddings are among the growing

numbers of immigrants marrying in order to

legally stay in the UK.

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The latest figures are some 35.000 to 40.000 such

immigrant and illegal immigrant wedding taking place
around the country at this British summertime alone.

And, the weddings numbers continue to grow unabatedly.

Black weddings are a booming industry in the UK

thesedays, so it appears, due to the swelling numbers

of masses of Third World immigrants that Britain’s

New Labour has opened the door freely to them.

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My question, among others, is where do they get all of

the money from to pay for such expensive weddings

when they have arrived from their Third World habitat

to the UK mostly penniless and without jobs just only

a couple of years ago? I just wonder how they get the

money to do it all? Other than that, how come that the

UK is now being swamped by immigrant and foreigner

weddings? Here I present some of the following answers

as to why ...

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Three major demographic factors have
simutaneously occurred in Britain under New Labour’s
governmental and state control, and their wreaking tenure,
that has decisively and negatively altered forever the very
character and very essence of England during the past
ten years or so.
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First, the black ghettoization of most of our
country’s larger city and towns is by New Labour.
Secondly, the foreignization of almost every aspect
of the British job market has resulted with the huge
influx of foreigners and immigrants of every type
from all regions of the world to the UK. Again, such
is due to New Labour’s insatable aim and desire for
a multicultural and and multiracial "New Britain."
Today's school kidz in Britain speak 240 different
languages with English not being their Mother
Tongue for the most part. And thirdly, the horrid
Eastern Europeanization of England by our un-
voted membership in the European Union (EU),
which New Labour first promised to let the people
vote on, but then renegued on it much like much
of New Labour’s constant zigzags and U-turns on
so many of their potty and grandiose political, social
and economic pronouncements. No wonder more than
a quarter of million Brits, each year, flee and forsake
their own country to go and live any where else but
inside of New Labour’s Broken -"New Britain."
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Family and friends waiting for the bride and groom
to take their stretcher limo ride to their honeymoon.

In the meantime, more immigrants and foreigners are marrying
like crazy all over England. Some estimated 10,000 marriages are
bogus or sham each year by immigrants and foreigners in the UK.

And, of course, they're having their pounding pregnancies and

big babies at England's expense and far above and beyond
what their demographic numbers and representation
should truly be. The UK has now become the modern
concubine of the world, too. The number of babies born
out of wedlock to immigrants and foreigners in the UK
is almost an affront to the moral and responsible
decency and social properness to those who are first
the home grown English people and now imposed host.
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Friday, by the way, instead of the usual weekend, is
now also finding to be more the day when weddings
take place in the UK, according to the Ecclesiastical
Insurers Direct. So expect to see more useless and
upperty immigrant and foreign couples choosing to
then tie-the-knot on such Fridays in the future.
The vexing problem with such people is that they
always use more of our resources and our wealth
than what they are worth and more than whatever
peanuts they bring with them. The focus of improv-
ing the quality of our society is the least thing to
concern them and their desire to grab whatever they
can get for free is all they care about. They always take,
but rarely give back unless it's of a negative kind like
all of their growing street crime, all of their dangerous
diseases, and all of their dreadful and alien cultural
mishmash. Many of them are little more than free-
loaders, spongers and scumbags. New Labour
seems propelled to rewards those like them.
That's why they still keep coming to "New
Britain" by the illegal truckloads and what
have you. They then help to make Britain
even more broken than it already is.
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Now taking a needed break, Uncle Monty.
+Wm. and Catherine Booth, Founders
of the Salvation Army, 1912-2oo8.
...

...
Parker House's Streetwise
Punk Jay Thompson, 40.

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E-MAIL LETTER FROM NEW YORK.

From my Aussie buddy Earl Hemphill.

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G'Day Monty, I went on a free walking tour yesterday of

the financial district in NYC and got a lot of insider information

about how something called the "stock market" works. If only

you knew what our churches were playing at .......... New York

is going well. The weather has been not too humid which is good.

As well as my wife settling into her job we have managed to find

a flat in Queens - I claim the title as the "Earl of Queens" -

apparently the TV networks over here are not so keen on a

comedy show with this title however ("King of Queens",

hope that wasnt lost on you). Hope the (big) issue is still

selling and that you have picked up more customers.

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It is really the plastic society over here. They double bag

everything. We bought some toothpaste the other day and

they double bagged ! it. We go to eat somewhere, while ad-

mittedly cheaper establishments, and they will serve the

food on plastic plates with plastic cuttlery. If they have a

green revolution in NYC they will have to start by single

bagging and charging for an extra bag. While I have

always known from my previous visits to this country

that it is a tough society to live in for the maganilsed,

an interesting report in the NY times today

illustrated this. It was talking about an avenue which

extends through harlem and has many fuel stations.

While these fuel stations are self service people will go

to the pumps and offer car drivers to fill their tanks

with fuel for tips. I am also surprised at the lack of

charity outlets we see here. In London before leaving

we dropped much stuff off at the local charity outlet.

We are wondering what we can do in NY - the salvos

in Manhatten are all we have been told about or

seen at the moment.

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America offers a lot in comercial

products. A good ex! ample is the footcare I could

easily find here in terms of availability of different in-

soles when I hurt my foot as apposed to UK availability.

While everyone expects (or at least me) that America

is the world leader in everything they have a long

way to go in commercial transactions. For instance my

wife is currently getting paid by check, not for want of

a bank account. Unbelievably to get the bank account

transaction setup we needed to get froms filled out

from the employer and bank so that this transaction

can take place. Fortunately we got the internet up as

soon as we moved into the flat. Anyway its a strange

and unforgiving place but I call it my home away

from home ..... is that the UK, Ireland or Aus .....

I cant remember now. Oh yeah thats right

I say. G'Day Monty. Catchya Earl ...

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Just got Earl's unedited comments above on arriving

here at Morocco's capital of Rabat. It was so good to

hear from him after being such a good friend and

customer at my Covent Garden pitch. Glad, too, he

arrived okay at The Big Apple at where I once lived

for awhile myself at the Upper Eastside.

Stay Kool, Uncle Monty.
"Earl Hemphill" ehemphill@lycos.com
To: thebiggerissue@k.st Date:
Sun 08/17/08 06:58 PM
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