Hotel Costa Blanca Kribi

... take time to have a break; it was an unforgettable stay! <br><br>Kribi is The place to know in Africa and is always compared to the French Riviera, <br><br>Nice home, fresh garden, we were welcomed with all the little things that make life beautiful. It's like being at home!<br><br>This idyllic location provides a perfect base for the discerning traveller who is seeking a genuine experience, away from the crowded beach resorts<br><br>les Gites de Kribi : www.kribiholidays.com <br>

Traffic was heavier today on the drive to the hall. Douala was back at full speed or nearly. Taxis, trucks, motorcycles, all were spewing fumes, honking and weaving in and out trying to reach their destinations. The last part of our path takes us through a market and down sandy back streets and roads. Today we wrapped up the temperament profile analyses. Using the translation of David Register's PowerPoint ...

... we had a nice view of the Douala skyline, over patches of newly refurbished road done by the Chinese (who are increasingly everywhere in Africa where there is a suspicion of petroleum or other safe source of income). It was pleasant for a few moments before we got back to the nitty-gritty of grinding poverty up close. Along the way I glanced down on my trousers and found specks of black on them. They were bits of charcoal from the fires ...

Today was a full and soggy experience. It's the rainy season in coastal Cameroon and so it's hot like it always is, but also more humid than usual - if that's possible. I broke into a sweat as soon as I stepped out of the air-conditioned hotel and remained in various stages of wet until I stepped back into it again about 10 hours later. Moïse was right on time with a taxi at 8:30. He had been able to collect ...

... had reconfirmed at their office a few days earlier, I wasn't on the printed passenger list. They finally found me on the computer somewhere so I could check in. At the security checkpoint, the metal detector beeped as I went through, but rather than wand me or ask me to check my pockets or other similar actions, one of the two policemen at the security checkpoint hit me up for a "gift." -You know it's the holidays" he began "Good Friday, Easter ...

Oh my god it is so good to be out of Yaounde and back on the beach. Kribi's been a favourite spot for travellers to take some time off from the road and relax on the beach enjoying freshly caught seafood. It's also a popular destination for the expat community and well-to-do Cameroonians who venture down on holidays and weekends. We stayed at a gorgeous place down a dirt road then an even smaller dirt track which had branches whacking ...

Kribi means good beaches,good seafood, and on weekends good nightlife! An excellent trip goes to the 'Lobe' wat**falls in the south of Kribi, nice falls that go in a free fall ov** the rocks right away into the ocean, a wond**ful place to stroll around and make some good pics. An excursion in the opposite direction goes to the 'Londji' beach, said to be the best beach in all of Cam**oon.Basically it is a fish**men's village wh**e some *****ian refugees ...

... on the beach, still beautiful despite the oil industry's constant presence, generally rather unobtrusive during the day but brightly lit at night. Being a major holiday, the overpriced rooms at Hotel Tara Plage, our rather basic resort, were all booked, so there was no choice but to camp on its grounds. Tara Plage's rather fancy restaurant had an extensive menu but only fish dishes and shrimp were available on our first night there, a situation ...

... pitch black conditions. There was not even any moonlight. I do not recall anyone I was with but seem to have known the people. We were quite hungry and we raided a farm for watermelons during the night. I was chased by dogs from the farm, and some of the people I was with stole tobacco leaves for cigarettes. I recall there being robbers in the woods along the road of whom I and the ...

... and Statue of Liberty Centennial celebrations in New York Harbor, only this was a much narrower harbor and I was close to the ships passing by. Ian joined me and we both took many pictures. The tall ships were then followed by a fantastic procession of Chinese junks with brown, red, and maroon sails. There is a clear connection to the second part of the dream in which Ian and I were joined by Blair and Fred. We took a foot bridge to the other side ...