Arrived in Koné. The bus ride was just like a Greyhound bus, with the exception of upbeat music blasted through the speaker system the entire way. I sat by a young Kanak guy with terrible home-made tattoos all over, who introduced himself to me the day before - perhaps a juvenile delinquent? The bus was also used for deliveries, with a variety of boxes loaded into the bottom. The nice couple that gave us a ride in Ouvéa offered me a place to stay in Koné.
Rough notes:
http://mandarinmanmarktravelnotes.blogspot.com/2012/04/2011-nz-to-sf-day-7.html
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