When we arrived in Douala, Ebob informed us that we must file papers with the local consulate, which was not open until Monday. Our trip to Bamenda was delayed. Ebob thought she had booked the Catholic mission for three nights, but they told us Saturday it was only one. We had to move.
The funniest thing happened when we all piled into an old toyota taxi to go to the new hotel. We got halfway through one of the busiest intersections in the city, we stalled. Without missing a beat the driver jumped outand pushed the fully loaded vehicle through the interesction and then left us sfor ten minutes until he came back on he same motorbike carring a watering can full of gasoline, quickly refilled and we were on our way. Nobody thought that this was starnge at all.
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