This week has not been easy ones to whom I have e-mails may have guessed, France, my family, my friends, I miss my dude already ... So Mom's pdt the NGO where I am in training on Monday has died, so he went into the village to handle emergency procedures and I stayed on with a Yaounde work to do but I finished pretty fast! So it is true that weekend I'm bored and blues came galloping carrying me into the whole nostalgia!
I tried to move but after the incident last Saturday I was a little calmer ...
Indeed, last Saturday we went with Flora the market to buy meat for the dogs, they have two dogs. Meat for the dogs is actually the calf was killed before the cow did not have time to give birth. They kill cows pregnant when they do not have enough space in storage rooms. So the market I take pictures of the global market and when I want to take a stall or a particular person I am requesting approval to the person. So the market with Flore I was viciously taken apart by a guy who thought I was alone, because the passage was narrow as Flora was a few meters in front of me, and who wanted to enjoy it. In fact I took a picture of the market and after it jumped on me with all his accomplices, gripe violently m'hurlant above while encircled me and accusing me of having their photo taken. Flora was before and she did not realize I was in this predicament, when she turned around and she saw me she came over to join me and was kickin the guy with short market scandal me, Flora soon had the upper hand as you know me I was hyper sensitive in all my statements I was really shocked because the time comes that Flora was really scary and the guy was violent, I shouted above, left me no time to put one and it kept me strongly and wanted my bag and camera. But more frightened than hurt you worry! I'll bien.Donc yes this unfortunate episode has left little trace, and this week I was not too in view of visit Yaounde solo ...
So Tuesday I found a guide in Raphael's brother Flora, student at Polytech. We went to the French Cultural Centre and the Embassy of France. We strolled and I got alpaguée full of people by the sounds of "darling" whitey "" white "sister" ... also since I'm here I have been married at least a small ten times! But when I told them that my heart is taken, they leave me alone
Wednesday I went back to the French cultural center refine my registration has not provided since the eve of photos I did not have my card and could not borrow a book! I also passed in the library aprem CCF or facilitator telling a story to children. At the end of history it offers children dancing and leaves the choice of dance I say cool it's gonna be fun to see them dance together ... yeah ben bof when the youngsters were asked to dance to the tectonik I tapped his head on the table telling me really despair oh why did it happen here? France did she nothing better to export??
moral level I reassure my mom today okay, I'm blurry I took a taxi alone (the incident of the market is really an isolated case because here the "whites" generally enjoy a very welcome supportive and sympathetic, cons by the market alone should be avoided) I went to Flore's work and we went to feast at the Yaounde CALAFAT The bakery, not that it is the only one, but because c is the best ... My HQ internship between Yarrow, opera, rolled chocolate, croissant, pain au chocolate .... I'm in my element in the land of sugar a real treat!
I received several emails regretting the lack of photos on this blog actually is because the connection is too slow and cumbersome that the photos never have time to load, so I'll make a cd my dude and send him like that can put in line but it was not until early July (we'll have to wait to see me with short hair little curious!) Otherwise, in a last hope I'm going to try Office Flora Camtel who works for the Cameroonian national telephony operator equivalent of Orange
As for the difficulty some face when they want to leave comments on my blog I do not see you any where that may come. Lison could you tell me how you do on your blogs?
Otherwise it will, even if I have trouble getting used to the food very very spicy Cameroonian wow (!!!) I admit that the meat does not go .. But I feast with beignets, hummmmm plantain and I discover new flavors, new textures, last week couscous (but here it is flour cooked in water and it makes a paste for those who were in Benin is the white stuff we ate and we have not loved Stephania said that it looked like polenta, and for those of Burkina's like tô) has indeed it did not much taste is the spicy sauce that gives the flavor to the dish.
So last week was couscous fish sauce-chili-cabbage, I also tasted the nuts, flat bean from which I have already mentioned, the English dish water fufu heru sauce (pronounced and water fufu herou), the staff of cassava, grilled fish, besides, I leave you, I'll eat couscous (thus preparing a white flour but) okra sauce.
I embrace you all very well and makes you
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