Ghetto Locks

I'd like to dedicate this post to the one and only Ghetto Locks, who will be celebrating her 21st birthday here in Ngaoundere with a Coca Light and a bar of chocolate. Party on.

Arrived in Ngaoundere after a 27 hour bus ride from Yaounde (the ultimate "robbie moment" voyage...). Felt like we were on the Oregeon Trail, but Cameroonian addition. Covered Wagons traded for 1980s buses, picking berries traded for Soya and Banannas, however the diseases of cholera, typhoid, dysentary remain the same. Our decisions included ones such as: go left where there is a bridge about 60k away that my no longer exist or go right? a 160 k detour on horrible roads... Made it after 13 hours and spent the night on the border of the Central African Republic.

Day 2 on teh road involved lots of exiting the bus to lighten the load or push when we got stuck in the mud. Luckily we didnt run into any "couper de routes" or road bandits along the way...we would've been the jackpot. They arrested a bunch last night in Ngaoundere...

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my life in short:
-ive decided to do my independent research in Buea, a University town at the base of Mt Cameroon, about 15 minutes from the beach. Great location, awesome organization- working with the microfinance branch of NCIG.
-my homestay family is polygamous, but my dads 2nd wife just left him out of jealosy. His dad has 4 wives....we live in a large compound. The family is incredible.
-working on my Fulfulde- crazy language which