30-12-2009 Buea, Cameroon
On this very moment, I enjoy the wine that I just couldn’t leave half empty in
I’m finally finding some rest in this small, but almost restless town. Yesterday evening, after a crazy drive from
I was scared to walk alone on the streets this morning, I must admit. Being white is really white here (how could I know?), until now I only discovered one other “Whitemaahn”. “White = Money” they believe, but when I see how money is spent here, I’m definitely not the richest guy in town, far from… Still they like to make friends with me, I better grab the opportunity! I’ll just make sure that I never carry more money than necessary. Julius, a friend of Hanne took care of me today, he showed me around and assured me that Cameroonians are nice. If they’re all like him, I’m willing to believe him. Wait and see :)
Details:
- We have got electricity
- Today, the water stopped flowing from the tap. Maybe more luck tomorrow?
- The air smells different, even smoke doesn’t smell like it does in
- Everybody burns his own garbage, maybe that’s why the smoke smells weird :s
- I didn’t even try to identify the birds, it’s too confusing. I have to study my book first.
- I thought I discovered an undamaged car today. I was wrong.
- Thousands of small shops are covering the streets. Buea is one big undeveloped and unorganised shopping centre; it seems that people are really working their way up. Starting as a taxi driver, saving money to start a small shop, buying a bigger shop. Being robbed and starting all over… unfortunately.
- I love to write. English is beautiful! prut
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