Fini Hotel Bobende Limbe

... with grass, which is completely void of tall trees. This is where the climb gets tough as climbing up to Hut Two requires a very steep incline which would take around 5 to 6 hours. Before beginning this tough climb Charles informed us of a tradition that takes place whenever someone climbs the mountain for the first time. He and the 2 porters sang a song in their local dialect with a little dance, which we all took part in, to appease the god of the mountain so ...

... and there was a torrential downpour an hour before they were due to leave at 5:45am. We battened down the hatches and went back to sleep whilst the others bravely prepared to trek. The rain continued throughout the day - big heavy tropical drops swept around by gusty sea breezes. We couldn't help but think of the poor soaked little trekkers whilst we sat comfy and dry a bar, overlooking the thrashing sea, watching endless sport ...

... The locals were there watching us pack up... I think wishing we would do it sooner rather than later as we were camped smack bang in the middle of their work site. They were very patient though, helping to roll up the tents and chatting away in their limited English. By 8 we were on the road. Kristy and Suzy having walked/run ahead. I declined as the thought of being hot, sweating and smelly for the rest of the day didn't fill me with ...

... an amazing fight and getting in few good kicks before being defeated by the spider. The second, much bigger cricket, was free from the web bar one leg which kept him pinned down on top of the earlier cocooned cricket. Not a nice way to start the day. I couldn't help but think of children's books about crickets who go off and never come back falling prey to spiderwebs. We watched it struggle for a good 10 or so minutes... the spider probably sensing ...

... le cameroun et surtout une route memorable pour atteindre Limbe. A travers la jungle, craignant les coupeurs de route, avec 1/2 tonnes de carburants sur une vielle 505 sur des routes boueuses ou les camions ont creuses des sillons quasi infranchissables sur la route. Le chauffeur est excellent meme quand les ornieres font 2 metres de haut et quand la voiture penche de 40 degres a droite ou gauche, ou passe en glissant quasiment ...

... of theirs. Jay said Oliv** was too bloody nice and had to learn to tell them to f off. Hahaaaa I have warned ev**yone that should I ev** be sat up th**e to navigate we could v**y well find ourselves in the wrong country. Oliv** confirmed this. Arrived at the *****ian bord** around 12ish. V**y easy to get through and took no time at all. Each bord** was situated on the banks of a riv** so aft** crossing ov** we arrived ...

... stretch of road. We had to pay an actual toll both going and coming, 500 CFA - about $1.25. At the toll stop, Mr. Mabout bought a liter of "palm wine" in a plastic container. This beverage, which has a light alcohol content, is made from the fermented sap of palm trees, in this area usually the oil palm tree. The sellers wanted a 300 Franc deposit on the container, but Mr. Mabout talked him out of it and said he would return it on the way back down. We drove along ...

... rain, I wearing a rain slicker, and setting up for cooking dinner, all in the dark. My second memorable dream of the night involved being on a train in Russia. I had the sense that I was commuting a long way and doing the same trip back and forth regularly in opposite directions. I was in a cramped compartment on the train with other people who were speaking Russian. Most people in ...

... grassy area near stream that was hidden by some brush. I then left my tent and walked a long way to Benny's Restaurant where I was joined by Richard for Mexican food. I ordered a massive steak burrito smothered with green chili and cheese along with huge lime margaritas on the rocks. Richard and I were eating outside on the front patio and chatting, but I do not recall about what. About halfway through my burrito the manager ...

... difficulties, the kinds of trials Christians face all over the world, but against the backdrop of the extreme poverty and corruption of the country there is always an especially poignant desperation that runs through such situations. I was back at the hotel just before dinner time, and hungry since I hadn't eaten since an early breakfast.