Or the north part of the west. It’s a bit confusing. Cameroon is kinda shaped like a chicken (seriously, go look at a map). There is this whole western part where they speak English. The northern part of it is called the North West and that makes sense except there are three other regions that are much farther north.
We had quite the adventure and left Monday afternoon and didn’t get back till Thursday. This probably doesn’t seem like much, but when every second of every day is planned a bit of an escape seems damn near the most amazing thing ever. I think we spent half the time in a bus and that was fantastic as far as I was concerned. It was too bumpy to actually do work which leaves hanging out, listening to music, and drinking. I’M JUST KIDDING. The only person who’s allowed to drink on the bus is the driver.
In the other direction there is a waterfall cascading down those mountains. Seriously.
On that note, don’t go expecting as much from me. That volunteer had more positive energy than I have cynicism.
I’d like to go into more about how the actual project started and worked. Both technically and organizationally. I will see about getting that info and talking to the volunteer who actually did it. Otherwise I’ll just go back to making jokes about my life in Africa.