It was going to happen sooner or later, a combination of tiredness after my trekking and a slight drop of my guard, and before I know it my Digital Camera has entered the realms of the Cameroonian Black Market.
Its not the loss of the camera that made the worse impact, but the loss of all the photos from Ghana to here. I have a few saved on this site, but thats about it. Luckily a couple of days later I met the nice couple, Marcus (first english man, i’ve seen since Tuters!) and his Dutch girlfriend Bebette, they are following a similar route in reverse and will hopefully send me some photos for prosperitys sake - thanks guys.
On the day of the theft, myself and Tedge (Edge with a T) from Canada put up a valiant attempt to trace down the camera. Despite Tedge’s optimism we dont get lucky, sensing my down heartened mood he buys us both dinner. Nice dinner too, we had a couple of drinks and eventually got in the mood for a bit of a party. Not really knowing where was good on a Tuesday night we invited the chef (Elvis) and the waitress (Joan of Arc) to come with us. We freshened up while they shut up the restaurant.
First stop was a small Jazz bar, there weren’t too many people about but the band put on a nice personal performance, with Elvis singing a few numbers. The Jazz singers party trick was to nip to the toilet partway through a song, and carry on singing while doing his business. I think he was pretty well oiled at this stage and so opted to join the rest of us at some other bars in town.
It must have been live music night in town, because the next bar had a band on too, being a singer of some reputation our man jumped on stage for a few numbers himself. We made allot of friends and drunk allot of beers, pretty much all out of Tedges pocket (thanks Mate, your a star).
Next thing I know its seven a clock in the morning and im getting my wake up call for breakfast, ouch head hurts, tastes like something small and furry has climbed in my mouth and died over the night. Uurrgh, I try my usual trick of eating lots of different things orange, ice cream, bread, peanuts, to see if they somehow create a miracle hangover cure, nope. Its on the cramped bus back to Yaounde feelin ruff.
