suavamente lo hago yo

we got into marche B early in the morning and took a bush taxi to dschang. it took about 90 minutes to fill up, start the motor, go get gasoline. we got out in tongo fongo motor park in dschang, only to be informed that the motor park for fontem had been recently relocated to a site in the general direction of a hand gesture and a muddy road. upon reaching each intersection i asked the first mommy i saw which way to the park. i ended up in a market dedicated to sales of live chickens encaged in woven raffia baskets. this was quickly cleared up and we got to fontem motor park where it took only two hours to fill up the bus. i was assigned to the front seat for PR purposes--the gendarmes didn't hassle us in any serious way. in the rainy season the fare goes from 1500 to 2000 to make up for the lost time and possibility of getting stuck in the mud. we crossed the ouest-sudouest border and the rusty signs indicating government opposition to AIDS immediately changed to english. we pass Alou, which is the word for clouds in the local language (there you often will not see someone passing on the street three metres away for the low-lying clouds). they let me off in lewoh. i walked down the road and stopped at the first house with a man on the porch.

bon jour, vous parlez anglais?
ah no di hear you o
good. i am looking to meet the headmaster...

a police officer visiting the village, his home village, escorted me to the principal's door...