June 12, 13, 14

Long story short, I didn't feel safe in Cameroon, I decided to go to Paris to stay with family until I found a new internship in France.

I took the bus on Tuesday. Pius drove Mispa and Celsea and I to the main road, we took a taxi and they helped me buy a ticket at the bus station. Three hours later I was on the bus. I was worried at the beginning because someone said that the bus we were taking had broken down on the way to Bamenda the day before and the bus driver reassuring me that it was fine didn't really help beacause I knew that he just wanted to leave and not have to fix it. The bus was super slow taking off. It was having a huge amount of problems mounting the hills. But after about 30 minutes and me with my mantra of "I think I can, I think I can", from The Little Train That Could, the bus stopped being extremely slow. 6 long hours later we were there. I had befriended a woman who sat next to me. She decided she was my Cameroonian mother and gave me a grilled plantain to eat on the way and the guy next to me helped me bargain for a really cool hand woven basket. When we arrived in Younde I asked the woman to wait with me until my ride came and she said she had no problem with that. She wanted my e-mail address so we could stay in contact. People here often ask for my e-mail address, even if they themselves don't have e-mail addresses. I found this a lot. Justine, Mispa's family member picked me up. We went around to various family members and friends and she introduced me to them. Then we got to her house and I met her oldest daughter, her relative and the housekeeper. I took a bucket shower and then we had my favorite food for dinner: rice with fried fish and tomato sauce.