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MY MERCEDES IS NOT FOR SALE
By: Jeroen Van Bergeijk

From Amsterdam to Ouagadougou...An Auto-Misadventure Across the Sahara

Broadway
July 2008
On Sale: July 15, 2008
224 pages
ISBN: 0767928695
EAN: 9780767928694
Paperback
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β€œOh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?” β€”Janis Joplin

A journalist’s intrepid endeavor to sell his used car abroad results in a high-spirited and revealing look at West Africa.

β€œLook, there’s my car,” I say, pointing at my Mercedes in the parking lot. β€œWhere?” a fellow desert traveler asks. β€œThere, that Mercedes,” I say. He looks at me, questioning. β€œYou want to drive that through the Sahara?”

Jeroen van Bergeijk came up with what seemed like a great scheme for making a quick profit: buy a clunker of a car in his native Amsterdam and resell it in the Third World, where a market even for jalopies still thrives. His chariot of choice is a rusted-out 1988 Mercedes 190D with 220,000 kilometers on its odometer; his route will take him from Holland through Morocco, across the Sahara, and into some of the least trodden parts of Africa. My Mercedes Is Not for Sale is a rollicking tale of an innocent abroad. The author finds himself facing a driving challenge akin to the Dakar Rally but encounters obstacles never dreamed of by race-car drivers: active minefields, occasional banditryβ€”mostly by the border guardsβ€”and a teenage, chain-smoking desert guide with a fondness for Tupac lyrics. Food and water are scarce, sandstorms are frequent, and all he has to patch up his many car breakdowns thousands of miles from civilization is a bar of soap, some duct tape, and a pair of women’s nylons. Then there’s the coup he survived. My Mercedes Is Not for Sale captures more than the adventureβ€”it vividly portrays the impact of globalization on Africa through a surprise-filled journey into its thriving car culture, while asking the question: is the white man’s burden really a used car?

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