I had a good time in Anglophone Cameroon, but it was back to the Yaounde to get on the visa search and see if I can find a route across central africa. I stayed at the Presbyterian mission again which has a big hundred year old house for weary travellers like myself. Its pretty comfortable but a dangerous place in the morning, the house seems to be full of all generations of women, in the afternoon they are generally very friendly, but in the morning I learnt pretty quickly to lie low or get out of the house fast.
Not a great deal went on in Yaounde, I kept a low profile, generally eating at the same places because it helps to build up a nice rapport with some locals, its a little bit harder to meet people in the citys, and I think the same is true for anywhere. I only had one dodgy meal experience which included some ‘meat’ that was smooth and pale on oneside and dark and organic looking on the other, almost like the underside of a dark cabbage leaf, someone suggested it may of been breast? answers on the chat page please.
The people in Yaounde are a real mixed bunch, some really friendly, however lots of people feel the need to say something after you’ve walked past, a bit like the scally mentality in England, if I heard the ‘buy me one comment’ any more times I would of lost it. I also got the first full blown racial taunts from some people, but its pretty east to turn a blind eye to it. It is a real shame though because everywhere else in Cameroon the people have been awesome. After a week in the city and with a few more visas secured I decided to visit Cameroons premier beach resort of Kribi.
