The scrummage at Douala airport was as bad as ever; but I eventually found the taxi driver sent to pick me up, even though he didn't speak English and had trouble negotiating what was a fair tip for the six people it took to carry my two bags 100 yards from the terminal to the parking lot. It was a relief to get to the Lewat Hotel with it's air conditioning as it was still 28 degress outside at 10pm. Next day I was met by a young man named Confidence who had been sent with two bus tickets to pick me up. I would have complained about the 7 hour bus trip in an ancient cramped bus; but Confidence had just spent 7 hours on the overnight bus to come and get me and he wasn't complaining. Here is a picture of him eating breakfast at the bus station before we left. We didn't drink all yhose beers; but someone else did before 9am that morning.
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