February 4, Morning - Yamoussoukro, Cote d'Ivoire
Log of Captaine Thierry Giraudeau
At least so far, these Transall carriers seem to be working amazingly well. The ride is comfortable, and we've already tested their amphibious capability on the road to Yamoussoukro. We came to a river with the bridge out, and Captaine de Boissieu, not waiting for instructions, drove the lead TB42 straight into the water, to the shouts of the locals. When it floated, they were amazed, and then cheered as the vehicle powered straight across the river. The other vehicles ended up serving as impromptu ferries for a few of the locals who needed to cross. I decided to inspect all the vehicles after our river crossing, and I couldn't find any issues from the water.
We halted for the night a bit south of Yamoussoukro and set up camp. Monsieur Jugnout stepped out of the camp to relieve himself last night and got bitten on his rear by a bug. He didn't sleep well, and finally consented to let Lieutenant Besson, our medical man, have a look and proscribe something to help. I don't think Besson took it very seriously, because he proscribed two painkillers and a bottle of red wine.
Note for the bold: flame-roasted monkey is not that bad.