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‹ Previous (15/04/2007) MONTH Next (2007-06-14)› ‹ Previous (2007-05-03 - Niger) COUNTRY Next (2007-05-16 - Cameroon)› Nigeria Frontera de Banki (see on map) 15/05/2007: The stories of terror that we had listened about Nigeria had made us decide days ago to take the road towards Diffa (in Niger) and from there to enter into Nigeria, in this way we would reduce considerably the kilometres through this uncertain country. We knew that the road to Diffa was in bad shape, but it was worthwhile trying in exchange of avoiding some 600 quilometres in Nigeria. We have awakened early and we have started to circulate for a paved road full of holes. "Patience" - we have thought -, but after some quilometres we have found a police control that has explained us that the road from there was bad, but in 200 kilometres we would find that the road was impassable and that with our car would probably we will touch the ground. We have thought that we would not lose anything in finding it out, but after stumbling in a few holes Alexandra has told me that it would be better to turn and to cross the following day in Nigeria from Zinder. I have paid her attention, after all Alexandra was more worried than i was of Nigeria. We came back to Zinder and took advantage of the day and have decided that we could fix the tap that empties the deposit of dirty water that i had broken some days ago. In a gas station I have asked for a workshop and a boy has told me that he would fix immediately all that we need. I have explained him the problem and he has started to work but without having previously negotiated the price. Another has told me that the problem can be fixed with adesiv but I have told him that we searched a firmer solution . The first boy has disappeared with the drainpipe and after a good while turned up with the pipe and a new assembled tap . They have installed it and i would say that it has come off better than before. But then we have entered into the phase of discussion of the three parts involved (or four, because there was also Alexandra) me, the assembler and the salesman of the tap . It has been a hard negotiation and more than once they have proposed to dismount the price , but in the end we have found a price that made everybody happy, except Alexandra who believed that they had deceived me. Cameroon Maroua (see on map) 16/05/2007: We have stopped in each of the 10 road blocks that we have found in the last 15 kilometres and in the end we have reached Banki, the town where the border between Nigeria and Cameroon lies. In Banki we have continued through the main asphalted road but they have immediately informed us on how to arrive to the border so we had to divert on the direction of the customs through small streets full of sand. In front of the building there was a barrier (a bar of iron between two pillars) with a poster that announced in English "Welcome to Nigeria" , and on the other side of the street another barrier with a poster announcing in French "Welcome to Cameroon" . The people of the city crossed over from one country to the other without showing any type of identification. In the customs of Nigeria they have attended us very well. They have made all the exit papers and when they have realised that we did not have a Cameroon visa they went to ask whether we could carry it out in the customs of Cameroon, because if we could not carry it out we could be between two borders without possibility to enter Nigeria again. Anyway we have explained them that we had the option of asking for a transit visa to arrive to Chad and to carry out the visa of Cameroon from N'djamena. After a while they have informed us that in the customs of Cameroon we will be able to buy the visa and an officer has accompanied us crossing the barrier and a superette. In the camerunian office they have informed us about being able to obtain the touristic visa for one month, but not there. We should direct ourselves to Maroua, a city that we wanted to visit at about 80 kilometres of Banki, anyway, not to have problems, a policeman escorted us. We found Maroua very developed in comparison with the previous countries that we had visited: wide avenues, clean and full of trees; buildings well painted of more than two plants; quite a lot of restaurants and late-night sites; relatively new cars and many motorcycles, quite a lot of which they worked as taxi. Anyway there was also poverty, as we saw it after paying 160 € for both visas and when going to "celebrate it" in a restaurant. While we ate a chicken with fried potatoes we have observed without giving importance some children dressed with dirty and worn out clothes that also looked at us from a certain distance. When I have just cleaned the bones it was too full to eat up the potatoes that Alexandra had left and the children have seen it. They have approached with discretion and they have asked us whether they could take the potatoes. Alexandra has filled a bag for them, but what has hit us more has been when they have asked us for the bones of the chicken and they have fought among them to see who compiled more bones. 17/05/2007:
Today i got robbed. I have not realised that until I was about to pay the gas oil that I have put in the autocaravan. In the morning we have gone to walk through the market, very big and full of shutdowns of cutbacks of clothes and dressmakers. After replacing and drinking a very good juice "d'oceille" we have continued through the vegetable market, where I have bought some plants. When we already went out full, I have noticed that some children roamed arround me. Normally i let them to overtake me or i do not let them approach me, but I have been probably distracted today and been caught between two adults. Then I have noticed some hands pressing my thighs or pockets. Instinctively I have tightened my hands against the pockets, screamed and slipped out among the bodies. I have touched the pockets and I have noticed the keys, the mobile, the knife and some coins: everything in order. We have gone out of the market much more attentive and not leting any child to approache me. But later, after eating and cleaning in depth the autocaravan to the outskirts of the town, I have gone to pay the gas oil that i had loaded and have realised (the coins yes i had them) but the notes no. I could only have lost them during the walk in the morning through the market. Alexandra has quarreled me and I have proposed to keep watching much more from now, anyway, the stolen amount did not surpass five or ten euro. Mandara Mountains, R (see on map) 19/05/2007:
Don Quijote is a very interesting character, and its not strange that in the village they name him like this, because apart from doing theatre he also has strangeideas and visions, for example forsaking openly the predominant religions of the country: the animistic, the Christian and the Muslim; or opining that Africa should not try to copy Europe so much and that they should develop from their own culture; or explaining that to have children in Africa is a way of ensuring the future, at individual and collective level. For sure we would have maintained many more interesting conversations, but these days, don Quijote has had quite a lot of work in the Kirdi Bar of Rhumsiki, in the Mandara mountains, where we have camped. We arrived yesterday, after going over a plain, advancing many bicycles, with the mountains in the background. From time to time we crossed villages, with homes of mud and roofs of straw, and among these, some other homes built with bricks and roofs of iron. It was A visual contrast probably positive, due to the evolution and to the development, but it diluted the charm that the lost villages between the desert and the savannah (and probably without not even eaten water) had. The mountains approached and the road started to curve. The green and stony landscape was interesting and from time to time stopped to do some photo, and even if the place seemed depopulated, always it ended up appearing some children, girls or womann asking for gifts (a "cadó"). Afterwards, when entering in the track of earth and circulating more slowly,we did not stop so that they asked us for cados by running in front of the caravan. Reaching Rhumsiki some magical mountains appeared: big towers of rocks standing out from the waves, as if they were gigantic termite mounds cutting back the horizon. Later, don Quijote explained us than the Capsiki, the inhabitants of area, think that the mountains grow and go out of the earth in the same way that the plants do, and really seeing this view one has the sensation that this is the procedure that has formed them. In the afternoon, don Quijote suggested to take a guide and make a turn through the village and afterwards he will also accompany us to some initiation dances that curiously were celebrated every two years. Rhumsiki was similar to the previous villages, maybe with more modern homes thanks to the tourism, the familiar houses fenced in with rows of cactus, and surprising: we observe the first pigs in all west Africa. The guide, a young boy of about 16 years, explained to us with the same emotion as his grandfather would have done it, the history of how Rhumsiki was formed and of how they defended against the first Islamic invasions. Next he explained us that every two years, the boys between 18 and 19 years passed some proofs of introduction that converted them into adults, giving them the right to get married and leave home. That day some dances were celebrated where the naked boys, and also the girls , were exhibited in order to fall in love. Anyway, the times had changed and at present only the older womens showed their bust, the girls went dressed , the boys had the body covered with some black oil and took lances and a tube to whistle. All, of, them, danced in circle, running, to the rhythm of the drums in the contrary direction of the clock needles, singing and doing sound with the tubes like flute, building a disharmónical but attractive melody. There was the head of the village and a small group of children that observed the show laughing followed by womens with small babies, a man a little drunk holding up an umbrella, boys jumping and simulating confrontations among them, girls that ran in group a little intimidated by the boys. Today we have gotten up early and done a fantastic excursion guided by don Quijote, going down the valley among the stony mountains, to a small village named Ndri, where about four or five families tried to subsist. During the excursion, don Quijote has explained many interesting things to us. he told us that they bury the dead men according to the religion that they belonged to, if they are Christians under a tomb of cement, if they are Muslim orientating the body to the Meca, and the animists under a heap of stones with a special arrangement indicating the sex of the deceased man and the number of children and daughters that he had . As i passed on the side of a small baobab he has explained to us that if the mother of a small baby dies, they feed him with a flour extracted from the fruit of the tree making him a very strong child. ... --- I interviewed don Quijote, who opined that the greatest problem of the world is the war caused by the religions. The solution would be found in listening to all the world and to give opportunities to all, at the same time we should be patient. The main problem in Cameroon is the president, who with his 25 years of government is as a dinosaur. Cameroon is vaccinated to keep under the same ideology and are happy of being in the shit. The solution would be in the education, when providing more means to the school: good professors, tables, books... and perhaps payong for the school, the people will value it more. He is happy because he has a good life. To be happier he would need health and to maintain the family united. The secret of happiness is to know and to accept that the life is done of good and bad things and to value the nature and the fresh air that we breathe. Garoua (see on map) 20/05/2007:
don Quijote has told us that the continuation of the path, across the mountains towards Garoua, was with the same "good" state as for where we had arrived and that after a few kilometres the path turned into a very good track. So we have continued in the same direction in spite of the mistrust of Alexandra, which has proved more than justified. The path was in a terrible state,i had to keep watching and to have a lot of driving skills among the rocks not to touch the ground, but I have not been able to avoid four times scraping the basses softly. In an hour we have only recurred 12 kilometres, anyway, after another half hour the track seemed to improve, and has followed like this until we have arrived to the main asphalted road, where after little it has started to pour with rain in an apocalyptic way. N?Gaoundéré (see on map) 21/05/2007:
The road towards N'Gaoundéré is excellent and also the landscape going among low and rounded mountains, passing from a green zone but with scarce trees to another another luxuriant one. It has surprised me to cross different big villages all of them built with bricks of mud and roofs of straw, but in spite of the rustic and traditional air, that seemed prosperous with the agriculture and the stock farming, there was abundant grass and the crops seemed to grow without too much effort. We have also crossed different wooded areas and some protected areas, with thick vegetation with wide leaves, in one of whom we have seen some big primates of red bottom. We have stopped to observe them but the shouts of illusion that Alexandra made have frightened them and they have hidden immediately. 22/05/2007:
Yesterday and today, we have been able to relax in the autocaravan, without asphyxiating nor sweating, thanks to the fresh temperatures of N'Gaoundéré, which its found at 1100 meters above the sea level. Anyway we have also gone out to walk through the city, quite calm and similar to Maroua, with simple small homes and quite a lot of trees making shadow in the streets. Only the motorcycles taxi s broke the calm, running up and down with the drivers protected with anoraks and bodice with the number of licence and the passengers (one, two or three more the packets) caught behind. In the morning I have walked alone through the market - without being robbed -, which extended on the sides of a long street, with mixed shutdowns of every type : the vegetables among the clothes, the fish next to the legumes... The people of the market were nice and they agreed easily to being photographed, and even the girls who in the previous countries avoided frightened the camera, have appeared more permissive here and one has even done proposed to marry me. In the afternoon we have arrived to the chaotic train station, final destination of the main railroad of Cameroon. More than one boy has suggested to sell me thickets to load the autocaravan in the train, which was going out soon, because the station was full of people pulled among big amounts of suitcases. Yaounde (see on map) 25/05/2007:
We have recurred a thousand kilometres of African roads in only three days. The day before yesterday it was the day that I was more while at the steering wheel, although we only advance about 300 kilometres. The beginning of the track in Garoua-Bolai, near the border with the African Centre Republic, was very wrinkled and sometimes perforated since the majority of the transport from the North of Cameroon to the South is carried out by train up to N'Gaoundéré. We started to circulate at an average of 30 km/hr shaken by the continuous small waves of the ground and we said that we did not have haste to arrive to any place , but after two hours the impatience or boredom took hold of me and started to look for a speed in which the vibrations of the road were 1.5 times the resonance frequency of the vehicle. But Alexandra became annoyed without understanding this research, because although sometimes it seemed that we slid on the track to 60 km/hr, other times we bounced with such a brutality that it seemed that the autocaravan came imto small broken pieces. Confirming the importance of the railroad from Yaounde to N'Gaoundéré, on the track did not circulate many trucks, although as in the previous roads, there were quite a lot spoiled in the ditches, and one totally broken in the middle of the track. The inhabitants of the closest village had opened a parallel track helping like that the traffic but they asked for a toll that we saw ourselves obliged to pay. For sure that was a lucrative initiative, although the village through which we passed did not seem extremely poor, for example there were dogs that did not seem to pass hunger; the homes were less primitive, rectangular, with the smooth walls and painted with four brushstrokes and thatched roof or oxidised iron roof; there were open flatwares where to relax in group on rainy days; and more towards the south, the homes were adorned with flowers in front, the lawn was cut, the clothes well extended... The vegetation of the surroundings of the villages was thick and every time more impenetrable as we advanced. We were in full forest and to prove it we allmost crossed over a long green snake . In comparison to the previous day, the road of Garoua-Boulai to Bertoua was excellent, finished in European standards. there were even resting areas or posters that indicated the panoramic views. The road cut quickly the waves of the ground with villages in the high parts and crops on the rest of the area. There was not too much traffic, but the inhabitants of the area had found a curious way of benefiting from the asphalt: they extended floor mats so that they could dry in the sun the fufu (yuka). Anyway, in spite of the good road we did not reach Bertoua as quickly as one might have waited. There were days now since I had felt bad, with belly akes and sporadic diarrhoea, so I tried to rest and to sleep more time. In the same way, because i did not have to put 100% of my attention in the road I had quite a lot of time to think on the journey. Despite not finding myself completely well, I thought with optimism that after having arrived to half of the route on the way to South Africa and of having surpassed with success hundreds of kilometres of tracks that destroy nerves and cars, the probabilities of arriving at least to South Africa were sky-high and, therefore also the possibilities to end up complying the dream of arriving to Australia in two or three years from now, when i will already be 36 or 37 years old (Alexandra remembers it to me often). Anyway, afterwards I still feel like continuing the journey with the American continent, I will finish the adventure close to the forties. This age is not identified with the youth, but I would like to arrive living the life as an impulsive and enterprising youngster , traveling to know the world and to be formed in life, because still there is a lot to learn. As we had previewd, the road that came out of Bertoua has been a track full of holes again, but after about three hours and about a hundred kilometres , we have started to find heavy machinery that was building a new road and prepared to tar it. We have kept circulating among the machines, without anybody directing the traffic, except after driving many kilometres that we have found a check point. The boy in the check point told us that we arrived too late and he has put a bar of metal to make the forbiden order more strict. he has informed us that we were not being able to pass until 18:30, after four hours and a half. But while we asked the cause another 4/4 has arrived on the other side of the road and the boy has taken the bar of protection off. Then the boy has told us that his boss had told him to forbidd the passing to any big vehicle. We have tried to make him understand that our car was small, but as he seemed not to understand we crossed, avoiding carefully the boy who had left the crossing point without the protection of the bar. We have followed circulating with precaution the next kilometres, but have not passed any excessively complicated section that could have stoped us for four hours. When arriving to Yaundé i was tired and feeling even more ill, but we have followed the roads to find a place to spend the night. As we arrived to the centre hidden between small mountains and waves, we have seen the Hilton hotel behind a big roundabout and decided to look if they had some discrete parking place to sleep. But when managing us following the wide avenue that crossed the roundabout, some boys have indicated to me that people could not circulate on that route. I have turned over but some police officer made me follow him up to the police station . It did not find myself too well, but I have tried to feign to be worse exaggerating the tremor of my hands and of my state of mind. The policemen brought together have explained to me that the avenue that crosses the roundabout is the presidential street and that even if there was not any poster indicating it, all the world knew that it was forbidden to circulate on it. I have tried to argue that i had arrived today, that i did not know and that i would not make the mistake again, but they did not seem ready to forgive me. The officer in head has explained me that the punishment of the infraction was about 40 €, but I have told them that they could give me the fine and that i will talk to the ministry (i did not want to bribe them). Finally my regrettable state has been what made them understand that was better not to lose more time with me and let us continue. 26/05/2007: Yesterday we asked for the price to camp in a presbyterian guesthouse but it was out of our budget and we spent the night in a wasteland a little further on. But this morning they have knocked violently at the door. I have put on a shirt on my bare body and I have opened the window. Next to the autocaravan there were about 8 policemen, a 4x4 and other people. The policeman who had knocked the door has ordered: - open the door. - We are sleeping here, is there some problem? - open the door - he said in a more authoritarian way. I have opened the door showing with my nakedness and I have exclaimed: - We were sleeping here, what is the problem ? Another policeman in the background, that seemed the head, screamed offended: - What are you doing? closes the door. I have closed it and the first has told me through the window to dress myself. Alexandra has also been and prepared everything to leave. I have went out in order to use the same tactics as in the previous day. - Whats the problem ? We were sleeping here and I am ill - I have said extending my quivering hand. - Do you have parkinson? - the boss mocked at me. - Very ironic - I have commented trying not to lose the nerves. Then they have explained me the problem : we were parked in the grounds of the presbyterian church and a witch woman, who every time that I opened the mouth talked against me acusing me of being a liar and a perverted , and she was the one that denounced us. The woman wanted us to pay the cost of the guesthouse and I said no. Finally the head of the policemen has taken the passports and told us that we have to accompany them to the police station , together with the ass kissser of the witch. In the police station they have presented the case to another officer that has tried to be the arbiter between both sides but I have remained firm (but with the trembling legs caused by the illness) that i will not pay. After talking a lot , I have suggested from the floor where I was sitting: - I do not want to pay, but if the church wants they can denounce me and the courts will decide. The policeman has commented me that the things did not work like this in Cameroon, but the proposition has seemed to cause the effect that i was looking for and the policeman has started to explain to the ass kisser that they should not treat the tourists this way and that Cameroon was hospital-related in front of everything. And to confirm the explanations he has expressed that not to have problems the following nights we could freely use the parking of the police station. I have been grateful for the offer, although i knew that Alexandra would not accept it, and asked about the problem with the church. - Solved. - He has answered. - Solved? I do not have to pay anything? - You have courage and you do not have to pay if you do not want. We have gone towards the north of the city and we have found a relatively economic parking place in the enclosure of a Greek community with orthodox church where I have rested good part of the day trying to recover my forces. While i slept I have been thinking that this belly ake and the lack of energy could be owed to all the tensions lived the last days, or the last months. Images of the policemen from the morning, of those of yesterday or of the policeman on the exit of Gao that had been fixing me with the finger almost introducing it in my eyes, they all came into my mind; i remembered very clear how we had escaped of the inhabitants of the village yesterday, where we had stopped to eat, and when they arrived with machetes (all the world takes machetes to the forest) and had told us that we had to pay them something; i remembered the face of rage of Alexandra few days ago when she had discovered that i was laying me on the bed on her sunglasses and that i broke them by mistake; i also remembered the fears that the autocaravan will not hold all the journey and really was possible to get broken too or it remembered that the fridge had stopped working a day ago. I had always minimised the worries, looking the future with optimism and thinking that the negative experiences are good to explain, but even if my mind was not tensioned, i noticed that my body was , concentrating all the nerves in my digestive system. I have tried to continue visualising how all these experiences and fears kept dissolving and they kept releasing my stomach and I have imagined with energy and i will be completely cured by morning. afterwards I have kept resting all the day and I have only written a little and I have fixed the fridge (an electrical cable had only been deconnected). 01/06/2007:
The guard of the Greek community woke us up on the following day at six in the morning. I opened the window and he asked me: - You are not leaving? - No, we thought to spend a week here - I answered anoyed for this new interruption of our sleep. The guard seemed worried, first he said that we had not communicated that to him and that we should leave, but afterwards he evaluated the (personal) profits that he would gain and commented that we could remain there without any problems. After sleeping a while, we went out to walk through the surroundings, but i did not find myself well and we spent the afternoon again rambling on by the facilities of the community, reading or observing how two equipes of white people were playing Volleyball. It was then when Alexandra called me and showed me that the guard indicated the autocaravan while he talked with a white man that was playing cards. After little the guard came towards us and informed us about the president of the community having informed him that we should leave. I asked him if i could talk with the president, but the guard did not seem to like the idea, but avoiding him I walked to the white man that played cards: -good afternoon, Can I have a sit? - I asked noticing that the legs did not hold me. - Yes, sit. - The guard has just reported us that we should leave, but i wanted to ask for the favour of being able to stay another night, because it is already a little late to look for a new parking place. - The problem is not that you can or not remain, the problem is that we do not know who you are. Then I presented who we were as good as i could , what we were doing and that we were in Yaounde to carry out the visas for the following countries, and when finishing he told me : - Very well, now that we know who are you can remain here all the week. - And how much will we have to pay? - Have you paid the guard? - I agreed. - He has not told me anything, he has no shame. You will not have to pay anything. The president also invited us to dine in the restaurant of the community, although I did not eat a lot because my stomac seemed to deny it. We have been talking with a boy that had greek parents, his name is Vasili, and he has been living all his life in cameroon and he also considered himself Cameroonian or the equal of a rich black man. Anyway, we had already observed that, unlike the previous countries, in Cameroon lived a big community of white people and specifically - Vasili informed us - about 300 Greek families. When asking him about the character of the country he explained to us that Cameroon is proud and little nice but when you make a friend it is for all the life. Afterwards he told us that Cameroon is a country where food does not miss: people lift the hand and they get the fruits that they want, or search the earth and they extract more tuberculs that they can eat; and what should be positive can be a problem because it makes the people lazy and without desires to work. I also questioned him about the government, remembering Don Quijote from Rumsiki complaining about not being democratic because for about 25 years they remained the same, but Vasili avoided the question saying that he was not interested in policy, although afterwards he added that to keep joined and in peace a country with 240 tribes, with 240 ways of thinking and 140 dialects was not an easy task. The day after in the morning it followed with belly akes and without energy and, following the advices of Vasili and Alexandra, we went to the Central Hospital. I paid the 3 euros that gave right to the consultation and waited in a clean but old and re-painted passage, in the middle of people with remorseful faces that waited standing or seated on the few banks, except for a couple of ill that were laying in a corner, leaving to pass to the doctors that walked up and down with concentrated faces . An hour or an hour and a half passed and they came to search me and a young doctor attended me in a small room isolated by a curtain of uncertain colour in the door. After explaining my case, the doctor diagnosed that i had some bacterial infection and he prescribed some miraculous medicines that put me in form on few days . When returning from the hospital we stoped to buy in a supermarket (they are big and full of European products). While we came down from the autocaravan, a white boy approached us observing the map of the tour drawn on one side of the car . And immediately after we presented ourselves. Ben from Australia and Maria from Holland did more than one year that traveled through eastern Africa with a 4x4, but now they were traveling much faster, as a lightning, because the money that they had obtained by selling their house was finishing . Ben commented that he liked to write, then I explained the possibility to finance the journey writing for magazines, in the same way that we were doing. Seeing that he was interested I gave him a book that advises on how to earn a living traveling and writing, anyway their current priority was to arrive in Zimbabwe where they had the oportunity to work as administrators of a hotel in a nature reserve, where perhaps we will see them again. Ben and Maria were in Yaundé with the aim of carrying out the visas of the next countries to visit, the same as us, and so the next days we shared the waiting in the embassies of Gabon, Republic of Congo and Democratic Republic of Congo and felt sorry together for the costs of the visas ofon Central , we used up 560 € in visas, including the two of Cameroon, and it was still missing to add the cost of the visa of Angola, which by the way it seems that we will be able to obtain troublefree (previous travellers had written about the many problems that they encountered to get the Angolan visa). Ben and Maria paid a little more to have the visa of RD Congo in the same day, but we could wait until today Friday, we after all wanted to visit the city and we wanted to meet with a contact that we had here. Martin, a businessman with many ideas but few resources, passionate and with an incandescent smile, came to the Greek community with his young wife. He wanted to be interviewed , cause he had tried to complete the questionnaire on Internet and it had not been sent correctly. When finishing the interview he told us that in the past he had traveled to France and that he had discovered that Europe is not the paradise. Although Cameroon is a country where there is not culture of immigration and rather receives it from other countries of Africa, there are many Cameroonian girls that dream in being married with a white man to be able to emigrate to Europe. Afterwards he explained to us that the residences for old people in Europe saddened him, in Cameroon they are not necessary because the families are very joined and they also have many children, who are fountain of wealth. In the cities the children start to be a cost and they are less, but in the forest there is virgin ground and every son can cultivate a new area without the problem of the distribution of the earth among the heirs like in Europe. Little before leaving, Martin named us the three passions of Cameroon: the soccer (the second religion according to him), the music and the party (or the beer according to other sources). Martin had also indicated some of the main points of interest in Yaundé, a relatively modern city, with high buildings standing out among the vegetation and big avenues undulating among the hills, with the abundant circulation, muddled by crowds of yellow bush taxis that play their horn continuously in search for more passengers. We isolate ourselves a little of this chaos visiting the zoo, but basically there were only primates and Alex was disappointed because she has not seen an elephant yet. We also passed for one side of a lake, without any interest, except for the reflection of the buildings in the background. And today we have gone up to the hill where it is situated the courthouse, from which a good sight on the city is enjoyed. -- In Yaundé I interviewed Martin who thought that the main problem of the world is the poverty and injustice because they cause violence. The solidarity and understanding would be the solution. his grain of sand as Christian is to follow the gospel. The main problem in Cameroon is the corruption and the poverty, the profits for the natural resources should be divided up equitatively. He has created an ONG to fight against the poverty but he does not have resources to help enough. Martin is happy because he does not envy anybody. The secret of happiness is to be in peace with God. Bafang (see on map) 04/06/2007:
We only had the name of Frederick Djouyep, who the ONG Arsis from Catalonia asked us to visit in Bafang, north of Yaoundé. We also knew that Frederick worked for a local ONG, but when arriving we realized that there were many local ONGs, for example in 50 meters there were three ongs announced. With luck in one of them they knew Frederick. They informed me about him being a cure and they made me a sketch to arrive to his mission, at the top of a tortuous path. Frederick, a mischievous man with strong character, welcomed us and explained to us that we had arrived in the best moment, because the day after there would be a great holiday in the mission for the deacon celebrated the first mass and because on Monday he had a meeting with the association that he had created for three villages: APROFER, Association for the Promotion of the Rural Woman. When it got dark, we go out to buy alcohol for the party of the following day, circulating through the streets without light but full of people. When finishing buying the merchandise, we stopped to take a beer in a small shop full of drunkards who wanted me to invite them to a box of beers. When returning, we went towards the big church of the mission, where there was a choral concert as introduction to the holiday of the following day. The girls of the chorus sang with rhythm, joining the hands in position of prayer while they moved sensually the waist and the assistants cheered them up continuously with applause and acclamation. It surprised me that the wildness ended with an absolute silence while the father Frederick directed a prayer. On the following day in the morning, we set in the area of the authorities, next to the altar and a good while after waiting, with about 200 people crowding the church, the mass started with changes of constant rhythms: African dances, choral songs, reading of the gospel, representations, acclamation to the new father, more dances when bringing the Bible on a platform full of flowers towards the new father, that smiled and laughed in the face of the applause. Afterwards, the new father exposed his message about the Saint Trinity, with the parish answering at the same time that 1 + 1 +1 was equal in 1. The new father had the explanation, it was a mystery that could not be understood not even to intend to understand. Later, they came the deliver the gifts for the new father (or for the church, since the gifts had to be registered), and after many more dances, acclamation and messages the mass finished. Four hours had passed but it hasn’t been boring, well on the contrary that in Europe. When finishing the mass we greeted different Catalan collaborators who had attended for their friendship with Frederick. One of them explained to me that Frederick was president of a fun club of Espagnol, a soccer team from Barcelona because Kameni was born near Bafang and he plays for this team. The information surprised me, for it seems that Cameroonians, big lovers of the soccer, only dress themselves with T-shirts of Barça (where Etoo, another Cameroonian, plays) and also with t shirt with the selection of Cameroon. Another girl, Sea, explained to us that a lot of money is being sent to Africa but a change of mentality is lacking to change the situation. The people are discouraged and do not fight against the problems, live for today without thinking about tomorrow. Next he complained about the government, which is only concerned to maintain the power and does not make anything to improve the educational system or the social attitude. At night around eight we went to dine with Mar, and two more Catalans, and other Africans. Frederick passed to search for us late and drunk, but even then, we stopped at the house of a judge to take another beer, afterwards we were about to run over a man who screamed: - You could have run over me, like this you would pay me and I would have something to eat. We continue the path loading big women and arrived to the restaurant at nine, but the Catalans also arrived just a bit before us and it still took a long time till the food was ready. The restaurant was integrated in the furniture of a home, not to pay taxes, as they explained us. Today we have used again the broken 4x4 of Frederick and we have directed ourselves accompanied by a voluntary nurse towards Mbouassu, a village lost into the mountains and the coffee plantations (some of which forgotten by the low price of the coffee) and of banana trees and crops of yucca and corn. We were received at the house of an ex-head of brigade, according to the habit with 12 years whiskey. Frederick opened the bottle and pored a little at the entrance of the house, he moistened the hands with the alcohol afterwards and we finally drink. Standing out on a table there were two fangs of elephant and a foot of gorilla that, as it seems, the people hunt and occasionally eat. After the welcome we went towards the meeting through a small path among the hidden houses between the vegetation and the coffee fields. I walked with a woman of the association and the nurse and heard how the woman complained of not having fountain for potable water and that had to take the water from the river, where the same neighbors did the needs, consequently getting severe illnesses. On the other hand, she also commented that the people are very tired and the nurse told that the malnutrition was probably the cause. Even if the land was very productive, the inhabitants did not ingest a varied food so they did not receive the nutrients with and necessary vitamins. Finally she complained that despite being a village of about 5000 inhabitants with other small villas depending on them, they did not have any health centre. The meeting was held in a house conditioned with a table and about twenty chairs around, were women’s were dressed for the occasion and the men were sitting around, all of them concentrated and some taking notes. The meeting began with a prayer and Frederick addressed then to the women with the following words: "the women work a lot and take part in the society a lot but they should decide more". But in spite of the goals of the organization (more promotion of the woman) they did not speak at all and it seemed that those that kept taking the important decisions continued being the men. Frederick suggested providing nurses to educate people about health norms and nutrition and agricultural technicians to improve the production, but before anything they had to be united and organized in order to improve their situation but also to receive financing from some ONG. Finally, they were informed about the possibility to access some funds from the European Union and Frederick delivered, between applause and acclamation, a bag of fertilizer and 30 euros so that the association could initiate the crop of a field of community corn. At the end of the meeting that was celebrated with food and beers, Frederick showed me two fountains that took water from the mountains and that were financed by the ong called Mans Unidas. After listening to all the problems that they had due to the lack of potable water, I asked: - If there are these fountains of potable water, why the women’s complain about having to catch the water from the river? - Because there is a person in the village that wants to charge money and he closed the tap. - And it cannot be solved? Without giving more explanations, he told me that there was nothing that can be done. Later i questioned him again, but he did not clear the waters. We returned late and very tired. When reaching Bafang, the Nurse commented that she was tired and she asked Frederick to leave her in the centre, but this kept driving in silence up to the mission. 06/06/2007:
Sunday, when we met Mar and the other two Catalan girls, we also met, Michel Djaba, a man that the ONG ARSIS had also asked us to visit. We decided that Tuesday he will come to search for us in Bafang (or like this we believed it), but in the end it worked out that we had remained on Wednesday. Anyway, it happened that on Tuesday in the morning there was the last day school below the mission and I attended with Frederick. As it already becomes a habit, they made me sit in the best sofa, next to the father Frederick who inaugurated the manifestations with a prayer. Immediately after, the children from about two to four years, sang the National hymn, continuing with theatre representation , continued by dancing, reciting poems, proving their knowledge of English, simulating a wedding... In the representation of the wedding a proof of the AIDS was done by both couples before accepting the marriage. Afterwards the children recited a poem in which the chastity was suggested to fight against the AIDS, if the chastity was not possible, the faithfulness and the use of condoms. Later I questioned Frederick on the subject and contradicting the doctrine of the Vatican he declared that he gave support to the message recited by the children. The holiday finished, as always, with another prayer and with a community meal. Alexandra had not eaten anything in all day, because according to her there was nothing to eat in the auto caravan, so in the afternoon, I had to walk up to the big town to buy the required products. Bafang is a long town situated on a main street with every type of shops behind the pavements of mud. I had to walk up to the end of the town to find all the required ingredients. I returned full with a motorcycle-taxi. At night we went to the town, with Frederick and the nurse, because Mar had invited us to the office of the association Kentaja, which is directed by father Michel. We bought some drinks in the bar below and Mar started to explain the work of the Association Kentaja, which has three orphanages for children between 6 and 18 years. In the middle of the explanation, Frederick arrived with some food and gave us a bad news, a professor of Spanish that Mar knew, had died leaving his widow and his four children in the misery. The woman worked selling peanuts in the street, totally insufficient activity to pay the rent of the house that they occupied and for the food of the children. Somebody asked: - And how will they be able to survive? Sea answered: - The association Kentaja will probably have to see about two or three children so that the mother can get through. Today in the morning Michel came to take us to visit the orphanage that the association Kentaja has created and maintains now in Badzuidjong. During the road, Michel has explained us with words that were touching us that before creating the association he was receiving orphan children in the parish, afterwards he created the association Kentaja with the help of two European entities that sponsor the monthly expenses of salaries, food, health and education for 130 children that live in the three created centers. Anyway, they also receive help from other ONGs and entities, for example, some years ago the firemen of Barcelona posed naked in a calendar to collect money to build a maternal clinic in the village called Baku, another rich woman from Barcelona financed the construction of one of the centers with individual beds for 64 children. Anyway, they are now trying to initiate projects for self-financing. The head of the village of Badzuidjong has given three hectares to the association that are destined for the crop and the production of meat, with two goals: feeding the children and teaching them how is to work the field. In this point I have shown interest on the leaders of the villages and Michel has explained to me that they enjoy a great power on the villagers and on the financial resources of the government destined to the village. Then I have explained the case of potable water in Mbouassu, where Frederick took us and after Michel has commented. - There are good leaders and interested with the progress of the village, as the one from Badzuidjong, but also there are bad ones, as the one from Mbouassu who has cut the access to the potable water and the inhabitants do not dare to denounce him for fear or respect. The road towards Badzuidjong was bad, impassable with the auto caravan. Little before arriving we have listened a noise under a wheel. We have gone down and Michel has observed with worry that two crossbows of the suspension were broken. We have just reached Badzuidjong, but the damaged suspension has obliged us to leave right after visiting the facilities and the fields of corn of the association, the school of the village and the river where the children finished washing the clothes. When returning to Bafang, Michel has explained us that he remembered when he was 10 years old, about 40 years ago, he had to run away from his village because the Frenchmen set it on fire, partially due to the air of independence that was breathed and for those of communism that were infiltrated. Arriving to Bafang, I interviewed Michel and in the middle of this he has mentioned that he was orphan from the age of 10, but I have not dared to ask whether his fathers were killed by the Frenchmen. -- I had the occasion to interview Michel who opined that the main problem of the world is the ambition of the men who sometimes makes others happy and sometimes they create clashes between each other . The dialogue should be encouraged to solve these problems. The main problem of Cameroon is the lack of development, a change of mentality is necessary, and that should be of interest and responsibility of every individual. He tries, through the faith and hospitality, to teach the youth to take more initiatives in the direction of development. Michel is happy because he became what he dreamed ( being priest). The secret of happiness is to be friend with God and with man. Douala (see on map) 08/06/2007:
On the way to Douala, Michel had already informed us that in Nkonbsamba they had the modern and biggest orphanage, financed by the rich woman from Barcelona, but we did not know that the village was on the way to Douala. That's why, when Alexandra observed a poster of Kentaja next to a building of the European community, we decided to go back and to visit the centre. Most of the children were at school but there were two educators who were preparing the food. I presented myself and I asked them to make some photo if they could show me the orphanage, but they were not informed about my arrival and a call to Michel was necessary. Afterwards, the two girls, very nice, showed me the solid building of two plants with rooms and luxury equipment according to the rural standards of Cameroon. From the terrace they surprised me explaining that nearby another building financed by another ONG is being built in order to receive many more children. At noon we arrived in the centre of Douala, advancing through a street with broken and perforated asphalt and with a traffic that had us stopped a good while. It seems weird that being a city bigger than Yaundé the capital and the economic engine of Cameroon, Douala is a city with forgotten infrastructures, although it is also true that some streets controlled by Asians were being fixed. Apart from that, Douala is a city without any grace and there is nothing that worth’s the visit. Therefore, we have made use of these two days in the city to relax, to buy in the supermarket, to redraw money and to walk between the big buildings and small trades. Kribi (see on map) 11/06/2007:
Yesterday it has past one year since me and Alexandra met in Romania, while I was carrying out the first European stage of the journey. Immediately we attracted ourselves and enchant and fortunately, few months later, Alexandra had the courage of abandoning her friends, family, work and studies to accompany me in this journey around the world. Good, at first she was not used to the idea of traveling so much, that's why she did not renew in time her passport and now she has no blank pages. But now she says that she would not abandon the travel for anything in the world, because the goal - according to her - is to make my like difficult. And sometimes she manages, especially when she acts as a spoiled girl or when she turns hysterical and paranoid. The problem is that Africa is not her continent: too many different people interested in us, too many hypothetical dangers, too much indecipherable food, too many insects of films of terror, too many impassable roads... Anyway, she seems that she keeps getting used to these vicissitudes and she starts to enjoy this fantastic journey, although it still lacks a lot till she will fall in love with this land. In any case, what is important is that we follow enchanted and enjoying our company. Kribi is one of the best places in Cameroon to celebrate our anniversary. It is a town soaked by the Atlantic Ocean, and soaked also by the rains. Kribi is a paradise, but not in this period in which the rains start. But we have had luck that has been raining during the night and during the day the sun was up shining, so I could swim in the ocean and taste the delicious shellfish and fish that is caught - Alexandra, who does not eat fish nor wants to be touched by fish, has only enjoyed herself observing how I was delighted. Anyway, yes we marveled together with the large cascades of Lobé, there are not many in the world that jump directly into the ocean. In any case, we have not come to Kribi to celebrate our anniversary. The ONG Lanzarote Help had invited us to visit the hospital that they had built near Kribi two years ago. On Saturday at midday we were received by Dr. Samuel, originary from Equatorial Guinea, the surgeons volunteer Sílvia from Mexico, and also the voluntary manager that came from Italy, Luciano. We decided to take advantage of the good company of Luciano and Sílvia and to share the weekend with them and to visit the hospital on Monday in the morning. Luciano has explained to us how the hospital is managed and controled, a work that can not be assigned to a local person because - according to him - they move too much for economic interests and are too much accustomed to the corruption. And today in the morning, Dr Samuel has described the functioning of the hospital to us: the patients pay 50% less for the consultations, treatments and operations than in the public hospitals, the patients arrive o seasons, n because they have to compile the money, and the most severe cases only arrive, because the people prefer self-administering medication . In any case, the hospital has 20 beds that sometimes are insufficient for all the ill people, that’s why, Lanzarote Help is financing the construction of a new building that will double the services and beds of the current hospital. The hospital, apart from offering attention to the delivery, receives many cases of malaria, which normally heals up unless the illness is in a very advanced state or else the patient has caught endurance with the self-medication; many gastrointestinal problems caused by the undrinkable water or bad hygiene, breathing problems because of the dust of the summer, and curiously also cardiovascular problems, depressions, insomnia, anxiety, are also treated... - "the globalization has arrived to Africa", has expressed Samuel; the public health offers almost freely the medicines to deal with AIDS, although in the hospital many cases are diagnosed, according to Samuel, the great sanitary problem Africa is not the AIDS, is the malaria. In the afternoon, Samuel came at the house of Luciano and Sílvia and we have continued the conversation that we had begun in the morning. Slowly Samuel has kept explaining his interesting life: the exit of Equatorial Guinea to go to study Medicine in the former Soviet Union, the work as doctor in the occidental Berlin before and, after the fall of the wall, and the return to Africa working in the hospital of Kribi, near his country and facing the impossibility of returning, since for all this time that has been abroad he has also been a key man of the opposition in the dictatorial regime of Equatorial Guinea, a regime with the hands full of blood, with the 500.000 controlled inhabitants, with the opponents in prison and tortured and supported by the European governments thanks to the oil resources. Anyway, Samuel still has expectations of a political change in his country. in the hospital he receives many Guinean patients and who knows whether little by little he is giving them the force to scream its sufficient". --- I interviewed Samuel who thought that the main problem of the world is the lack of freedom, for example in dictatorships. The solution is in thinking that we deserve the freedom. At personal level Samuel is doctor and he helps his patients that are released of the illnesses and also fight so that his country is released. The main problem in Equatorial Guinea is the lack of freedom, "a shame that in the 21st century still there is " dictatorships", like the one in his own country. The change can come of in the regime but with the exterior pressure. Samuel is happy but would be happier returning to his country in peace and to go to the river of the village where he had been born. The secret of happiness is the expectation to have the total happiness. Ambam (see on map) 12/06/2007:
Today in the morning we have received very bad news in an e-mail. Ben, the Australian that we had known in Yaunde, wrote to us. he and Maria were in Congo and informed us about being imposible to get the Angolan visa both in LibreVille (Gabon) and in Cabinda (small territory of Angola between both Congos), although they thought that from Kinshasa (capital of the Democratic Republic of Congo) it could be obtained. On the other hand, they informed us that the roads of the south of Gabon and of the Congo are not asphalted, and are full of mud and with deep holes and rut created by the trucks. They explained to us that they thought that it would be impossible to go with our self caravan without destroying it. To finish, Alexandra has read some news in Internet that yesterday they had killed a Volunteer of Doctors without Borders in the Central African Republic. We have left Kribi with the pessimism drawn on our faces, circulating to the North, afterwards towards East to Yaoundé, to return towards the south, with Gabon as destination. But as we went down towards the south through a good road, a single radiant thought appeared and we entered in the country of the Pygmies (men and women of normal proportions but two or three palms lower than the rest, that they looked us with the same curiosity as us to them), my optimism returned. In some point or another we should be able to obtain the visa for Angola, even if it is with the help of the Spanish embassy. On the other hand, now it starts the dry season in Gabon and in Congo, expecting that these 3 or 4 weeks of delay that we have on Ben and Maria to be sufficient so that they authorities improve the communications, or perhaps can find an alternative route, or can load the selfcaravan in a lorry, or to embark it on a boat... It is necessary to be positive and to think that if we have managed to arrive up to here, nothing else will stop us. Gabon Libreville (see on map) 14/06/2007:
Yesterday we crossed the border with Gabon trouble free, it would have taken less than an hour if it wasn’t for the chiefs of two check points, which had left (one to the market and the other one at home) and we had to wait for them a good while. In Gabon the road followed in good state, better that in Cameroon. We thought that it was normal, after all Gabon is a rich country (financed thanks to the oil) where - according to our travel guide - the entire world has money to pay for a beer at least. Anyway, today at noon, the road has worsened very much, with some enormous craters in half of the asphalt or in the earth and sometimes was impossible to cross. Only the full trucks with heavy trunks of great dimensions seemed not to be affected by the state of the road and followed the inscrutable course, lifting dust and increasing the measure of the craters. As the car raised one of these enormous holes, a front wheel has skidded and a click and a strong hiss have instantaneously been listened. We have stopped a little further on and observed how the wheel had just deflated. It was the first puncture that we had, but it has not been a problem and we changed the wheel with efficiency ( thanks to the invaluable help of Alexandra). Anyway, the puncture was an expected signal. Ben and Maria had not told us about this road, therefore, the roads on the exit of Libreville will be much worse and according to them impracticable for us. To see whether from Libreville we can find any other solution... On the other hand, we have today crossed the equator. All the world thinks that in the equator it always does a lot of heat, but it is not like this, now that we are close to the summer solstice, the sun is closer to Barcelona than to the equator. That's why it is not surprising that the Gabonese use long sleeve when the sun sets down, to isolate from the cold, and also from the mosquitoes. ‹ Previous (15/04/2007) MONTH Next (2007-06-14)› ‹ Previous (2007-05-03 - Niger) COUNTRY Next (2007-05-16 - Cameroon)› |
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