Franco-British Cameroon, Buea GERMAN (continued, part 3) My guide, the old mountain goat, was a little unhappy that I went ahead of him during the descent. But he still wanted me to become his sponsor and gave him a lot of money for the next marathon "Race of Hope." He explained - with a pompous smart face - all the benefits that brings with it corruption. "How did it smartly crafted" - I thought, looking into his eyes and saw nothing there, except for traces of well-functioning machinery of government propaganda. No tip, I did not let him. The view from the summit of Mount Cameroon, the next day (and all of the following week), I was not so much active, because he could hardly walk. The last time so I had to strain during the celebrations at the meeting of the new millennium. I climbed into a taxi and went to the foot of the mountains, leaving behind the friendly English-speaking public for the sake of the financial capital of Cameroon, Douala, with its ruthless francophone mentality. There I was stripped like a sticky, because the other choice than to be stripped, I was not. Had to leave the city of Yaounde, the capital of the country. Mount Cameroon, the last trees on the way to vrshine Yaounde was a beautiful city, situated on steep hills with tasteless skyscrapers avant-garde architecture, occupying the whole central part of the capital. However, as in Douala, Yaounde strong xenophobia. For the most part it does not show obvious ways, but there are times that no-no, and will show its ugly face. My guide a close-up country is officially bilingual, but really is not so. In the English part of people struggle to relate a few words in French and Francophone stubbornly refuse to understand in English. People identify themselves strictly in accordance with the languages ??of former colonies, sharing camp into two parts. This situation plays into the hands of President Paul Biya wicked, who holds the power in the country for 24 years. In addition, Cameroon is also divided into a Muslim north and Christian south, the country home to 280 different ethnic groups, making it impossible for the process of unification of the opposition against the autocratic and corrupt government. The top of Mount Cameroon Somehow, the French-speaking parts of the country's mood of the people unimportant. Overcome the boundary between the two language areas, it is still getting into another dimension. Bad impression was compounded, to say the ungracious attitude to us by the staff of the embassies of neighboring banana republics of Central Africa. The Embassy of Gabon we were denied entry visas on the basis that we violated the dress code. The street was an advertisement, in which all these stupid rules were listed. Malicious and arrogant staff of the embassy takes a lot of money for a visa at any time and on a whim may refuse extradition. I looked at the ad and read it: "If you are lucky and you will have the honor to see the very Honourable Mr. Ambassador, you should apply to him," My Royal Highness and gold grand master of Excellence. " "Well, in this part of the world arrogance knows no bounds. Something similar happened in the Embassy of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. They wanted too much money, and the stage at the Embassy of Equatorial Guinea's more like a bad joke. Lobe Falls Nm had to leave the big city and once again go to the countryside. We drove north, first to the town Bangangte, then Bafang, on a winding road (very reminiscent of Switzerland), leaving the up and up through the quiet valley. Smoke rising from everywhere, apparently, the villagers began to cook. An hour before sunset, we sat down with a can of cold beer in hand and enjoyed the amazing views of forested hills, leaving behind a horizon line. Around us were at home, put together from wooden planks. From the time of these shacks are so lopsided that they seemed about to collapse. Hibari smiled at us open doorways, like toothless old men, use too much whiskey. Wild vine and ferns crept on rickety porch, and a few sheets of corrugated iron, as they could, defended the long clothesline from heavy rains. The smell of roasted peanuts and burnt grass supplemented feeling wonderful evening of late summer. Start material: Completion of material:
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