You walk the better part of three days. Short rides here and there. You arrive in town broke, dirty and dead tired. There's some sorta festival going on in Libreville. People are lined up on either side of the street watching a surrealistic parade. Behind the parade at intervals marches a jazz band blasting wailing be bop subharmonics and frenzied solos. You are fascinated. The people in the parade floats and assemblages are trying Taco Pops and snacks out into the crowd. You manage to catch a Taco Pop and a bag of slow cooked onionspletives. Good stuff. You are feeling pepped up now and filled with good cheer and energy.