Franco-British Cameroon, Buea GERMAN Bobby Nystrom, England seems to have already passed midnight. I stood at the end of the 50-meter pool, watching as the stars of floundering in the dark still water. Suddenly I felt someone's presence disturbing. I thought that I was someone watching. To dispel the fear, I quickly looked around, expecting that soon I will visit the liberating sense of their own folly, which always comes when I realize that my suspicion is once again exceeded the permissible limits. But instead I stood, rooted to the spot. At the other end of the pool seemed to outline a male figure. The man was dressed in a black cloak of the unknown material that actually was not very important, because all my attention was riveted on his right hand. Like a continuation of his body, machetes length of 60 cm was pressed tightly in his fist. My heart stopped pounding and again with the snapping sound of scratching. Village Debundsha I looked over his right shoulder, where there were "paddling" and the corridor that led to the locker rooms and gym. There, only 8 or 9 feet away, was another figure. Cloak and a knife. And again I heard a scraping sound and then a loud voice. "Wake up and pray" - proclaimed with a loud bang on the internal radio preacher of our ship, "wake up in the name of the blessed Iiiisuuuuusaaaaaaa!" I was ready to embrace him for what he pulled me from the embrace of Morpheus, in which I stayed long enough after taking antimalarial drugs. A tropical flower rare rays of sun here I came on deck and went to the bow of the ship. The sky over the Bay of Biafra was gray and gloomy. I endured drizzling rain in four hours, soothes melodies of Nick Drake (English singer and songwriter, known for gloomy songs to the acoustic guitar, approx. Perevi.) Sadly sounding in my headphones. And then she appeared. At first, like a dark shade of gray, but as you approach soon appeared in all its glory. Peerless Mount Cameroon, 4,095 meters of volcanic rock rose straight from the ocean. This, undoubtedly, the highest mountain in West Africa and the main attraction of the mainland Cameroon. Heavily vegetated A few hours later we arrived in the pleasant town of Limbe - a piece of paradise on a sunny day - but now, at the end of the rainy season, sunny days can be counted on fingers and feet three-toed gecko. But despite this, we have been here all week. English-speaking population was very friendly and cheerful, which is why we do not want to leave. We went to Eden, the city of smugglers at the foot of Mount Cameroon, and the village Debundsha, second place in the world for the annual average rainfall. (First place is occupied by an Indian city Cherrapundzhi, approx. Ed.) Local residents are very proud of this fact, and in the case immediately reminded of it. Although it is not necessary, as luscious evergreen vegetation and constant rainfall leaves no doubt about it. The same can be said about the beach with black sand, which is located nearby. See here a ray of sunshine - a rarity. Leaves, canopies Back in Limbe, we spent his last night on the town for the National Cameroonian fun - drinking beer (Cameroon was once ranked first in Africa to produce the drink, and now leads the variety of beer brands). We drank beer in the company of a local celebrity Isaac dwarf, who showed us how he can beat dance. Sitting. This is all very reminiscent of films by David Lynch (American director and writer, a master of surreal intricate plots, approx. Perevi.). After that, the city Muea us a lift eccentric bald man nicknamed "Curly Jackson." In Muea we had the honor to communicate with the local king, who told us about his heroic exploits (real or fictional, we can only guess) and asked him to stay at the hotel. Botanic Gardens, Lobe We did not abuse the hospitality of the local leader and walked six miles up the mountain (rising to 250 meters) toward the town of Buea, is some kind of tropical Tyrol. Once upon a time this city was the capital of the German colonies of Cameroon, which are still felt in architecture and bars, where generously piled sensual women spread the trays with a large beer mugs filled to the brim with beer "Zattsenbau", "Myuttsik" and "Kronenburg". Lacked only lederhozenov (short leather pants, a national clothing Tyroleans and Bavarians, approx. Perevi.) And edelweiss. Read more:
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