Cameroon is a country in the south west of Africa. Arriving you fly close over villages and follow a dirt road track leading to the airport. Once you arrive at the airport eager passengers launch themselves towards the exit only to be halted by a Steward pointing to the ‘fasten seat belt’ sign. In the arrival hall chaos is a fact with three luggage belts working the same time to dispense luggage from one single flight. People in search for their luggage step on each other and yell out descriptions in case you might actually be standing on theirs just to see where your own bag has gone. It is all done with charm and the scent of battling women and men in a 40 degree, no aircon arrival hall – welcome to Africa.
Driving from Doula to Buea (pronounced boja) at night was a non-event. It is so dark that you cannot really see much. But the next morning when I woke up lush forests, Mount Cameroon and friendly smiles greeted my still sleepy eyes.