Welcome to the jungle

Trip Start Dec 12, 2010
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Trip End Dec 16, 2012


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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Welcome to the jungle, Cameroon is where we went. We had our first dose of a jungle country, we met pygmies and experienced the ups and downs of local hospitality. We had crazy times, met crazy people at their best. We admired the beautiful scenary and got wet, wet, wet. Jungle, welcome to the jungle, Cameroon is where we went!

Welcome to the jungle, we took each day by day. As Cameroon is a mixed anglophone/francophone country. In the west, the Cameroonians spoke English, which is considered a second class language. We climbed the amazing Mt Cameroon, and celebrated with the best cocktails we have had in Africa to date. Leaving the English Cameroon behind, we headed east, where the locals spoke French. Through the jungle, through the jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

Off to Yaounde, the capital of Cameroon. We shopped a concrete jungle of a market, and Shaun was continuously called Osama Bin Laden or Jesus, because of his beard. One guy even asked our friend to introduce him to 'Jesus'. It was crazy but this was the concrete jungle. Welcome to the jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

During our time in Yaounde, we travelled in crazy taxis. The taxis were run down, beat up and the taxi interior was barely there. One taxi even had a piece of plywood for the window, with no window winder. But no wonder, some taxi drivers didn't even look when turning a corner. We even got nudged by a car merging from the left. It was a traffic jungle, welcome to the jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

At our campsite in Yaounde, Shaun got interviewed for a local magazine called Timescape. They were interested in our travels, and the interview was going well. That was until the apparently Christian campsite owner went crazy and smashed the dictaphone out of the journalist's hand, and threatened him with an iron bar. She was angry that the journalist hadn't got her permission to interview us. Like we belonged to her! It was crazy, and to think this woman was meant to be a good christian. In the end, Shaun had his say as the incident was sorted out by a pastor friend, and the interview was completed. We left the campsite thinking the lady was totally crazy. Well that will be good publicity for her in the magazine. It was a crazy jungle, welcome to the jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

We then headed to the town of Kribi at the beach. It was time to go crazy in the jungle, so a truck party was in order. Two passengers who were constant complainers were leaving us there. So why not party, all the way to Kribi. Loud music and beer to celebrate clearing of some negativity in our crazy truck jungle. Welcome to our truck jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

When we were in Kribi, it wasn't long after our one hundredth day of our epic African journey. We decided to celebrate, so we got one hundreds club underway. We had to drink 30ml of beer every minute, until we got to one hundred to be able to join the 'club'. We had to do this without going to the toilet, leaving our chair or vomiting. But Karen only made it (yet courageously) to ninety four, eventually spewing out the foam of the beer. Shaun epically made it to one hundred and sixty. He didn't need to spew or go to the toilet. But he was the drunkest man in the world at that time, and one hundred and sixty was the best anyone did on that day. We were a drunken jungle, Shaun was like a drunken adolescent animal, then he had to go and rest. Welcome to the drunken jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

Deep in the jungle near Kribi, we took a tour to a local pygmy village. We journeyed down the river in a dug out canoe. We were in the middle of the jungle which was spewing out into the river, which was absolutely beautiful. Soon we came to the village, and we found small huts, as we expected. But what we didn't expect to see was the pygmies sitting down. We were curious of how tall these 'pygmies' actually were. It was a little disappointing, and seemed a little too touristy for our liking. But this was the jungle, welcome to the touristy jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

Leaving the beach, we headed toward the Gabon border and this time we ran into local real pygmies that were standing and actually did look like pygmies. At first they were friendly, but then became aggressive, begging for money, tobacco and alcohol in return for 'protection' and bush camping on their land (ie government land). These pygmies were the real pygmies that we didn't have to pay for to see, but these pygmies were rude and demanding. Unfortunately we were told that almost all pygmies were like this. We were in the pygmy jungle, welcome to the jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

The deeper we got into Cameroon, the more aggressive some of the locals became. As we drove through the jungle in our yellow truck, we had some locals swearing, making rude gestures at us, and one guy even attempted to throw a rock at the truck. We were loving the jungle environment, but the rude French speaking locals were getting on our nerves. This was the rude jungle, welcome to the jungle, Cameroon is where we went.

Welcome to the jungle, is what one says when you arrive in Cameroon. It is such a beautiful country, with high peaks, jungle, pygmies and crazy cities to be explored. We really enjoyed our time here, but some locals were a bit negative towards us, which dampened our vibe of such a beautiful country. But at the end of the day, we would sing 'The jungle. Welcome to the jungle, Cameroon is where we w,w,w,w,w,w,w,went, went!
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