Just
a short drive through the gate and over the rickety bridge and so we
enter the dense jungle of Cameroon, our 9th African country. Finding
ourselves having to step over the sheets of her semolina drying in the
afternoon sun, we were greeted at customs by an efficient woman who took
responsibility in stamping our carnets. A short walk through another
gate and we were at immigration. Eventually, satisfied that we had our
stamps, we got up to leave but Tatjana suddenly noticed that he had
stamped us with an exit stamp instead of an entry one. This didn't go
down well with his superior and he got a right bollocking. He apologised
profusely and simply crossed it out and put in the entry stamp right
below it. Hmmm
we thought, the police control are gonna have fun
with that one. And so we approached the roads we had been warned about.
Expecting the worst, they really weren't all that bad but we had fun. I
would hate to see them in the rainy season. No sooner had we stopped to
turn off at the Lake Egham to bushcamp for the night, the car was
infested with small biting black flying things. A lot of frantic
swatting and swearing and by the way, the Michelen map will never be
the same again but makes an excellent swatter. T and M simply encouraged
the few they had inside the car to go outside, wound up the electric
windows and smacked on the air-con Rob and I on the other hand, head
nets on, sweating like piggies but still laughing. Humpf! At the lake,
we scrambled out the car to be greeted by more scary insects but jumped
into the very warm lake for a much needed swim joined by few locals
washing their mobylettes. Back at the car, the insect colony had
diminished a little and so I whipped up spaghetti and tomato with bacon
lovingly donated by the Swiss. Seeking refuge from insects, early to bed
in tent.. |