Younde. I stayed at the Cameroon Training Center (CTC) where there are apartments that missionaries will stay in when they are in the city. I was so thankful to sleep in a bed, and not on an airplane. Nathan (the husband of the family I am living with/teaching) had picked me up at the airport the night before. I got to sleep in (which I had no trouble doing in spite of the jet lag). Then we packed the truck with food and supplies to take back out to the bush. We made several stops as well, and I made my first transaction paying for our fuel at the service station. They are not exact on change here…
My first impressions of the CTC reminded me sooooooo much of Haiti. It made the initial shock of change not so jarring. Haiti was a great reference point I could jump off from. And my time I have spent there makes some things here a non-issue, which is nice. Late in the evening, just after dark, we arrived out in the bush! From where the truck is parked, there is a little hill down to the house, and I slid down and bruised my knee as we unloaded. Oops! Now I bound up and down it. Ha.
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