"White man!"

A bit more about my last couple of weeks...
Firstly - i'm getting used to being called "White man" by all the little kids - they get very excited when they see me (though the really little ones get very scared - I tried to play with a 1 year old - and he started crying and was super scared of me!).

I think I mentioned how friendly the people are... whenever we've been to visit a village I've been fed tremendously well, and been really welcomed. This morning we visited a village that can only be accessed by foot to have a look at the troubles they have (during the rainy season, they have a lone cane bridge that they have to cross to get access to their neighbouring village with road access (- I use that term very lightly), which every year claims at least 4 or 5 lives). They have to travel carrying loads on their heads or backs - and have to use this road to access medical care too... But besides this - they were really nice and had prepared a lovely meal for us to have sitting next to the river...

Also, my first bit of lone travelling was much fun (though mum's gonna kill me when she hears this). So to travel from Nyandong to Kumba involves a 1.5 hour bike journey (or a very powerful 4x4) to get to road access - If it wasn't eventful enough with the hills and the rocky road, the rear brake broke half way - so my driver somehow put it together, and we did the rest of the journey relying on the engine brakes (and no - we didn't see any other bikes pass so I couldn't swap), This was followed by a 1.5 hour taxi ride - in a car that would definitely not pass it's MOT - to start the car, they push-started and then plugged the accelerator and clutch hard... and to make things more interesting we averaged 8 passengers in a normal car.

TTFN!