Yaounde

I came to Yaounde last Sunday... thinking I would spend a few days down, take care of some medical stuff, talk to some admin. I came directly from Charles Norton's fondom where he (and Jessie Girl... not sure of her last name) was named prince or priest or something good. He got a plaque and we got to drink a lot of beer. Anyway, Bafoussam is already south of Bamenda, so I figured i would just continue in that direction... finish up by Tuesday and head out on Wednesday.

WELL, Peace Corps' transit house was a bit busy with people coming from the beach, and all of the admin was a plane ride away in the northern provinces. Monday and Tuesday went by... no unenventfully. Nate and I made white russians and brie sandwiches (yaounde has refrigeration!) after my 30-minute-long medical session. Wednesday I was sick because of the dairy in the white russians. I still hold that there is no difference between cream and whipping cream. Couldn't go home then. The admin person that was still around couldn't meet on Wednesday, so Thursday it is. Thursday I met with her for about an hour... and watched some more dvds. Thursday night my toenail ripped off (it was black already) when I hit it with my shoe. It didn't come all the way off, and Reese and Ingrid taped it back down because i couldn't look.

Friday we watched Aladdin and made mojitos.... tonight we make chicken breasts. Toenail came off all the way (I'll be very pretty for Katie's wedding. I wonder if I can wear gold clogs?).... and I will be here until next tuesday, it seems. Its just.... the motivation to get into a steaming hot bus with 69 other steaming hot people and lots of weird smelling foods and travel for 9 hours on a scary road... its not there.