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Greetings from Yaounde, Cameroon!
I flew into Yaounde last night around 8:30. My flight from Belgium to Yaounde was much, much better than the previous two legs of the flight. Nothing went terribly wrong on the other two legs, I just couldnt really sleep and the person I was seated next to wasnt as keen on chatting as I was. On my flight into Cameroon, however, I sat next to an amazing woman named Linda and her 5 month old baby Lana. They are ...
... or at least it felt like that).
He then came across to the crime scene. At this point, I left everyone to it. I needed to be alone. I was feeling a mixture of emotions and was best left to cool my jets.
I did some exercise and spent a while talking to our rather dismayed hosts. Who can blame them?
I decided to listen to some music and write today’s blog entry instead of opting for a beer. Every day is a good day?!
... After about an hour of primary students marching by, we decided to take a rest from the parade and sat in the shade for about an hour while the secondary students marched by.
Then on Monday we visited the main market in Bamenda--which is terrifyingly large. Our mission there was very simple. To find a matching set of his/her O'bama underwear. We heard they existed and could be found in Bamenda. Sadly no one could find them, but we did find some ...
... printed off the Internet. Sadly all we got was a recorded message saying he Embassy was closed for Easter, but the police didn’t know that.
We pulled into Yaounde later than we had hoped and hit rush hour. There is no point in describing how bad ...
... First, there was the bush
meat; rats, squirrels, and monkeys. The meat could be purchased to cook. We also
should have been playing a game of counting how many men we saw relieving
themselves on the side of the road. When we crossed the Benue River we were able to
see men diving to get buckets of sand from the bottom. This sand is then scooped ...