19-21/8
These days were great, passing away like clouds on the ever changing horizon...
I had some coffee again which has such a big effect on me that I have a very hard time when listening to Cameroonians. They are very slow in their responses and during a meeting this Monday I couldn't help running outside pretending I had to pee, just to run around the compound and come back with some new patience...
I went back to Clifford's uncle's house to take another picture. He gave me a little sachet with powder in it. Clifford translated to me, that with this powder I would be safe in the most dangerous situations - I just had to lick some of it. Just after giving me this, he asked me if I had a mobile phone that I could give to him. I said no, but I am still wondering whether I should try to get one for him...
On my way back, I saw how peanuts grow. They are called grandnuts in here, and are sold everywhere in the street. I saw a mother with her 4 children working on the farm, she greeted me and said "Wait, I will give you some grandnuts!" I ended up spending my afternoon with her, harvesting the peanuts that are in fact the roots of a very inconspicuous plant.
Later on I saw a couple holding hands in the dawn. I had never seen this before here and it seems to be very frowned upon.
The next day, I visited my new friend, Pamela, in the place she works in: it is a very decent restaurant selling fine African food and I was introduced into a new plate: Eru with water fufu. It is very, very difficult to describe. It tastes a bit like a sponge filled with salty algues... and it is one of the many plates that first tastes totally awkward, then better and better with every bite you have.
And I have a new task: I am now writing for the blog of RUDEC, which is:
www.rudec-cameroon.blogspot.com -
And if you are interested in the work we are doing here, also visit www.rudec.org.
In the last days and weeks I have been to some of the orphans houses, to the school were they are taught and to other projects, like for example the delivery of 50 school benches sponsored by RUDEC for the children to finally sit two by two on a decent bench instead of up to 4 children squeezed on a small one.
I am everyday more convinced of RUDEC's work and necessity in this place. It is very important for non-for-profit-organizations to do serious and fruitful work, which is not easy in the poor and corrupt circumstances of Cameroon. Their work is essential to the health and education of the children, as they need to pay school fees, pay for medicine, a uniform, and more...
These days were great, passing away like clouds on the ever changing horizon...
I had some coffee again which has such a big effect on me that I have a very hard time when listening to Cameroonians. They are very slow in their responses and during a meeting this Monday I couldn't help running outside pretending I had to pee, just to run around the compound and come back with some new patience...
I went back to Clifford's uncle's house to take another picture. He gave me a little sachet with powder in it. Clifford translated to me, that with this powder I would be safe in the most dangerous situations - I just had to lick some of it. Just after giving me this, he asked me if I had a mobile phone that I could give to him. I said no, but I am still wondering whether I should try to get one for him...
On my way back, I saw how peanuts grow. They are called grandnuts in here, and are sold everywhere in the street. I saw a mother with her 4 children working on the farm, she greeted me and said "Wait, I will give you some grandnuts!" I ended up spending my afternoon with her, harvesting the peanuts that are in fact the roots of a very inconspicuous plant.
Later on I saw a couple holding hands in the dawn. I had never seen this before here and it seems to be very frowned upon.
The next day, I visited my new friend, Pamela, in the place she works in: it is a very decent restaurant selling fine African food and I was introduced into a new plate: Eru with water fufu. It is very, very difficult to describe. It tastes a bit like a sponge filled with salty algues... and it is one of the many plates that first tastes totally awkward, then better and better with every bite you have.
And I have a new task: I am now writing for the blog of RUDEC, which is:
www.rudec-cameroon.blogspot.com -
And if you are interested in the work we are doing here, also visit www.rudec.org.
In the last days and weeks I have been to some of the orphans houses, to the school were they are taught and to other projects, like for example the delivery of 50 school benches sponsored by RUDEC for the children to finally sit two by two on a decent bench instead of up to 4 children squeezed on a small one.
I am everyday more convinced of RUDEC's work and necessity in this place. It is very important for non-for-profit-organizations to do serious and fruitful work, which is not easy in the poor and corrupt circumstances of Cameroon. Their work is essential to the health and education of the children, as they need to pay school fees, pay for medicine, a uniform, and more...
...I am looking after a big home and a big black cat in the mountains in north Italy right now. It is quite a different experience, however I can really imagine you running around the place in that village (bare foot?) with eyes rolling out with impatience... What a great lesson, teacher !-)
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