Hotel Merina Yaounde centre
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- Continental Breakfast
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... your desire will probably be produced.
Along the road at other times, boys would hold up bush meat for sale. I particularly noted on this trip a small crocodile being offered.
We stopped at one police checkpoint where the brusk officer, looking serious and grim, asked to see my passport. He took his time going through it. He was obviously looking for some way to get some money from me. Finally he said "you travel a lot," which of course implied ...
We headed onwards to the capital city Yaounde, but first we had to travel through Doula, the second largest in the country. My best description of it is chaotic, urban sprawl. Dirty, polluted and very unattractive. We were also picking up quite a negative vibe to our presence. Unlike other countries, where people were happy to wave and smile, the locals here were quite surly. They were quite often on the grog even in the morning and ...
... a country but it has to be done.
After doing some bits and pieces at the campsite, Yoshi and I set off to Yaounde. I felt my white Nike trainers by the side of the road hoping some one could take them and have a use for them!
We walked down and up the hills to the city centre. Suddenly, the street became quite frenetic with people trying to sell anything and everything. The streets toward Place Almadou Ahidjo were packed with vendors, cars ...
Vir sha'ati! (Greetings from Kumbo)
Here is an update for the 19th-25th:
We arrived in Cameroon late on Thursday night with nothing interesting happening along the way. Though it is always mind boggling to see how large the Sahara is with its very active dust storms and ocean of reddish sand. Our friend, Dairu, picked us up at the airport and took us to his house in Yaounde. The traffic is incredible. Cars weaving in and out, spraying black clouds of ...
... only really strange folk who felt you had to live in squalor to do Gods work. We were greeted by a chap who looked like Albert Steptoe, only more seedy and honestly he gave me, and also Janet the creeps. Whereas in most other missions we have stayed ...