Cameroon highlands

Woke up in the wonderfully dark hostel room and went to grab breakfast before catching the train to the bus station. There weren't a ton of options nearby so we stopped to eat in little India. Everyone is Indian, they do the side head nod to mean yes, which confused Gretchen. I recognized some of the menu and helped us order. The food is served on palm leaves and without utensils, which makes this gretchens first time eating with her hands. We ordered what we thought was a reasonable amount of food (about $3-worth each) and they just keep bringing more food. It was very like the breakfasts I'm used to and I was completely stuffed by the time we left to take the metro to the bus station. 

It took about half an hour to get to the bus station and it was so full with people. There were at least 50 counters with 30 people waiting for each line. We weren't sure where to go because Gretchen had gotten an email saying they cancelled the 3:30 bus and asking if it was okay to put us on a 130. We had said yes but had no confirmation. We figured things out after about an hour and a couple more emails and met Nave. The busses are super comfortable and each seat is like a (very old) business class on airplanes. I'm going to try to nap. 

The bus wound its way up the mountainside through dense jungle broken by the occasional corrugated tin hut. After the 4.5 hour ride, a town appeared out of the forest and we got out into a downpour. 

Our hostel is on the third floor over a burger place that serves chicken burgers as big as my head. On the recommendation of the hostel volunteer, we went for Indian food for the second time today and met Nave there. We reserved a half day tour for tomorrow and may go on a hike depending on the weather. 

-AB

India misses

No matter where I run to

The food follows me