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i have foiled the attempts to slow down my typing by switching the keyboard to english. i am taking about three hours of french classes every day and i have to talk to my family in french at night, though they often speak in gomala, their native tongue, which shows through the french easily. there are few smells here except in the latrines, for the rain that comes once or twice daily washes them away. i live on a steep muddy road that gets my shoes dirty every morning and evening. i will be put in a place called wum in august close to nigeria, the place of the skull. there are few proper restaurants here, even in bafoussam, the third largest city. what you will do is ask around and find a woman who is carrying a bucket of food, some bowls and forks. you will get rice, then sauce and/or beans. yesterday i went to a plays that is permanently a restaurant but usually a bar. people aren't big on gastronomy here, always eating at home. there we got rice with peanut sauce and beans, then you pay 100 CFA extra and she'll put a chunk of beef in the sauce. also you can buy a pinapple on the street and have them cut it up for you. of course beer is easier to find. tomorrow we can take the cassava out to dry in the sun