Hotel du Phare 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>

... organizational issues and questions particular to Cameroon. Around 6:00 pm we shook hands and said goodbye and he headed for home. I had a light meal in the restaurant and am now watching lightening flash in the dark sky, and listening to heavy rain and hail fall against the window of my room. I'll work here until around 10:00 pm when I can head to the airport for my 12:10 am flight to Nairobi. If the weather allows.

... palm tree sap that is a local delicacy. The driver complained to us that a gendarme had transported a container of it just before we used the taxi and the container had opened, spilling the contents all over the trunk. Moïse said even the back seats were damp with it. But with his power as a gendarme he insisted the taxi driver pay for the lost "wine," and the poor little guy had no choice.... The fumes were quite intense. On the way ...

... come back at 6:00 and he was right on time. We drove back through the darkening streets of Douala, through traffic jams and honking horns and clouds of exhaust, until I was finally dropped at the hotel a little before 7:00 pm. Tomorrow we should start at 9:00, it's Easter in a former French (so Catholic) country, so there should only be very light traffic. They'll pick me up at 8:00 for a very full day of activity.

... airport for Pierre who had picked up a DVD copy of the telecast from the station so I could review it later. My flight was on Air Ivoire, one of the better West and Central African Airlines, but one that has suffered a noticeable decline in its service standards since the civil war. I wondered if it would be on or close to on time. I was the only passenger in the check-in area when I arrived, so things went pretty quickly. In spite of the fact that ...

... of the evening drinking possibly just one too many beers. As for the toilet... you were free to pick anywhere on the side of the road. Walking home Sam stubbed his toe big time ripping off quite a noticeable hunk of flesh proving that copious amounts of beer, darkness and dirt roads don't mesh. Ouch. The days were super hot so Suze and I made the most of sunbathing. The water was so warm it couldn't be called refreshing but it did ...

... settled down during the political turmoil in their home country, they found a new place h**e, it is called 'campement des *****iens'. The best grilled fish is available in the heart of town, on the local fishmarket, togeth** with the mandatory shrimp BBQ sticks. Anoth** place to recommend is the restaurant of the Hotel du Phare (fillet Capitaine!), besides the historical lighthouse that was constructed by the G**man colonialists in 1906. Time in Kribi is ...

... as the terminus of the new oil pipeline from Chad over larger Limbe, a rather controversial decision that was said to be characteristic of the government's favoritism towards Cameroon's Francophone regions. The port's main impact on the resort, though, appears to be the presence of waiting oil tankers and oil production platforms visible in the Atlantic from all the beaches. We had a few more days over the New Year's weekend with little to do but ...

... very unclear dream of which I can only remember some images rather than a complete sequence of events. I recall walking around in the dark with the aid of a flashlight with a group of other people and that we are huddled together for safety's sake. As best I can recall it was somewhere in rural North Carolina not far from Durham/Duke and that we were walking along dirt roads ...

... argued that she could change me when I tried to explain to her why she was, shall we say, barking up the wrong tree. The Dream: My recollections of my two dreams were of a sequential story in the first and a mix of images in the second. In the first dream I was sitting on a bench beside a harbor on a beautiful sunny day watching a procession of beautiful tall sailing ships with white sails pass through the harbor, a scene not unlike those of the National ...