"You'd see the motorways in France, tolls are great! It's really very different from us. And throughout the journey there are landscaped areas where you can stop, rest a little and buy a small coke machine .... " Father Jacques, director of studies of the IST-CA has spent part of "summer" in France to meet with his colleagues of ICAM Lille. On his return, we caught a fish in a fish whole neighborhood. I amused to see his wonder at the sight of our organization, our pervasive technology. In the same way, and Emmanuelle Nicolas, on vacation in the country tell me how life is simpler, more relaxed in Europe: the buses leave on time, everything in the supermarket (in the good (?) Prices, without negotiating!) neighbors place their cabinets inside their apartment. But we also saw their separate ways, we do not know his neighbors, and the human connection is lost little by little cashier will he become an old French word when I get my turn?
I do not have renter wanted in France for the holidays. Not that my family, my friends, my Pyrenees and the Arcachon basin does not fail me, but 2 years is so short to discover a country, culture, people. After the marriage of Benjamin in Yaounde, so I left 15 days exploring the northern Cameroon.
Originally, I wanted to share my journey in detail to enable you to travel around with me, to feel what the pictures fail to pass, but seeing only the train ride Yaounde-Ngaoundere was already half a page, I me suis dit qu’il me faudrait condenser mes idées si je ne voulais pas vous livrer une autobiographie qui ne paraîtrait que dans plusieurs mois !
Comme je vous le disais donc, j’ai passé 15 jours à entrevoir quelques-unes des richesses du Nord Cameroun. Emilie et moi avions prévu ce voyage de longue date ; nous avions même élaboré un programme détaillé 2 semaines avant le départ. Finalement, ce programme, nous ne l’avons pas suivi du tout. Nous nous sommes laissés conduire au grès des rencontres et des opportunités : au jour le jour, comme en Afrique.
Des rencontres, nous avons eu l’occasion d’en do during this trip. This is the first DCC volunteers: those of the Far North, Benjamin, and Timothy Jerome, who showed us their region, but also those of Chad and Nancy Morgan. Good times shared and especially for me, the joy of finding Morgan, my friend Nantes: what joy to see these friends that are left in going on coop, so many things to be told that experiences to share!
But would not it have missed something if we did the trip had the opportunity to meet people who live here and know better than anyone present their country? All those people with whom we exchanged two words that took the time to share and with whom we were able to feel a little less white, a little less tourists, just over Cameroon. These are the moms with whom we ate in the market, sitting on mats and eating the rice ball with your fingers like everyone else, they are the drivers of motorcycles that led us to Roumsiki or Djingliya, orphans Papa and Mama Philippe Martin, Jeremy is also our guide to Roumsiki, the priest met Djingliya we just received from him, the sister of Sister Jeannette (from centre d’Emilie) heureuse de nous voir à Garoua ou encore le sultan de Pouss qui nous a reçus dans sa demeure ; tous ces gens qui, à leur manière, nous ont permis de voir quelques bribes de ce Cameroun inaccessible aux étrangers.
Quelles belles régions que celles du nord Cameroun ! Bien loin des forêts luxuriantes de la région du Littoral, des collines vertes et rouges de la région de l’Ouest, l’Adamaoua, le Nord et l’Extrême Nord nous font découvrir des paysages plus proches des images d’Epinal de l’Afrique, de la savane aux espaces pré-sahéliens.
A moto vers Roumsiki, nous avons voyagé through these vast flat expanse, just here and there disturbed by strange rocky peaks out of nowhere. A few kilometers further, we ride in the mountains, 2 steps from the Nigerian border, in a large valley made green by all the rainy season: the rocky peaks near, I would have thought in the Pyrenees ... nostalgia nostalgia ...
the side of Djingliya, we took the time to walk along the narrow paths, passing near boukarous (round huts of earth and thatched roof), crossing the mothers wearing colorful loincloths and smiling children shouting "Nassara, Nassar (white)! Happy New Year! Gifts! .
Going to grow, we have crossed the great rice plantations, we welcomed the hippos of Lake Maga, then we stopped at the edge of the Logone, the natural border with Chad.
Lagdo And then I left during my inclinations adventurer, climbing over rocks, through the tall grass in these areas a little reminiscent of the Jungle Book.
"Cameroon, Africa in miniature ..."
So in a nutshell the story of my explorations into the ground Cameroon. But I'll let you discover it for yourself by looking at the different photo albums ... I hope to post soon! (The sorting was done, but put 100 photos on the Internet while continuing to work for the IST-CA and with the speed which is what it is remains a particularly sporty!).
It seems to me ramble, but they say it enough and then it is always better to say 2 times that: thank you for being there with me, by your favorite son, your letters, your packages, your emails, your availability on msn and others.
We're together!
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