This morning I took a taxi to the Peace Corps office and the driver and I got to chatting. He asked me where I was from, and then he asked if I lived in Cameroon or if I had a Cameroonian boyfriend. Why? "Voux avez l'air camerounais," or, loosely translated, "You act like a Cameroonian." Er...thanks?
Just like my former colleagues in Kenya, everyone in the PC office hadn't aged a bit. I was the one who'd fattened up. It was wonderful to see everyone and I can't believe people remembered me after eleven years. The current volunteer in my old post just left Yaoundé to return to Ambam.
So I got to thinking: Why not just hire a driver to go down there? It's paved all the way now, and if I leave Yaoundé at 6am, I'll get there by 9am, look around a bit, take off at noon, and then I'm back by 4pm at the latest. Our flight doesn't leave until 10:30pm anyway. Why not, indeed.