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... p 411): "They were always so unexpected: their sleepy eyes, their waxy hands, the fingers lax, the tattered rag doll soaked with blood." Instead of giving us one vivid image, she manages to put us to sleep with her dead children.
On the same page: "The train is chilly and damp or overheated and muggy; he either sweats or shivers, perhaps both: he burns and freezes, as in love." By the time she gets to the punch line, it has ...
... her a call and she would step in to help. She ended up really helping me through customs and in getting luggage after getting off the plane and finding Sophie (the girl who's leading our Coaches Across Continents team here in Cameroon).
Then, there was the taxi ride to our hotel (I imagine certain friends chuckling as they read that line). I was prepared for this experience, as my friend Solange had warned me about her taxiing experiences in ...
... that one could only interpret as being impolite. There were lots of people just sitting around waiting for something to happen and I certainly didn't want that something to involve us. There was an obvious obesity problem and I wondered if that’s what happens as a country "develops", much the same as plastic then becomes a problem.
In Yaounde we stayed at the Presbyterian Mission. There was a loo and a shower in the ...
... It was like flowing in a river of people.
Eventually, we arrived at Place Almadou Ahidjo (which we had passed yesterday in the truck). People continued to pour out of the side streets in an endless stream. Yaounde feels to me like a mixture of Kampala and Addis Ababa. I like the slightly uneasy feeling of Yaounde.
I felt the camera made me conspicuous although I am sure that my skin colour was a bigger give away. Yoshi and I parted and I ...
... all the while there are thousands of motorbikes, school children, and people out for jogs on the same tiny strip of asphault. To make things worse there are almost no street lights. It's amazing that there are not piles of bodies along the streets.
Our first day in Cameroon, Dairu took us to the American Embassy to register. Alas, we arrived 30 minutes after the services for Americans closed. So, we sat around for some time while Dairu did some work. ...