J 2 - Saturday, March 8, 2008 - Maroua
(0400 approximately) So it is not well make fun of religion (hey mom and dad?), but I begin to explain to my first nights here difficult. If you followed above, you learned that the province was inhabited by Catholics as well as Muslims. And for them is prayer five times a day. However, my hotel is right next to a mosque. So, naturally, very early in the morning I hear the muezzin from the top of its minaret prayer rule. Without condoning his behavior, I now understand a little better why, in his time from his hotel in Cairo, Hubert Bonnisseur the Bat, alias OSS 117, was surprised by that early morning call to prayer.
(0930) Small fat-mat. Remi today since I was picked later. It is striking as the temperature rises a few hours. It is already at least 30 degrees in the shade. Departure for the IUCN office.
(11:05) Youpiiii! I had my first Internet access. No time to do much, just to update my blog and publish some of this newspaper. I'm not even going to the SIORD where on the site of the Team ... I am surprised myself. With Remi, we receive a visit from Clementine, a co-Remi in Maroua who works in a different NGOs in the city that deals with educating young people's interest in reforestation. All three leave for the city center in search of curtains for the new premises of the IUCN.
(11:25) Remi With we stay in the vehicle while Clementine will buy the fabric. We park some distance from the seller of cloth so that the presence of 4x4 and a white, in this case me, does up prices of the goods. This is an opportunity to talk with Remi of life here, and Cameroon more widely. He explains the mentality of Cameroonians, but also known for their peaceful silent acceptance of their poverty. Reputed to be one of the most corrupt countries in the world, Cameroon remains a poor country. Regardless of political awareness and recognition on the role played by the same president for 25 years in the country's stability sufficient to silence discontent. Ceux-là ne sont pas absents pour autant, en témoigne les événements récents à l’Ouest du pays, à Yaoundé et Douala.
(12h15) Nous poursuivons notre shopping à trois cette fois-ci. Entre temps j’ai pu changer de l’argent à la sauvette. Le vendeur a hésité à prendre mes euro. Il ne voulait que de très grosses coupures. Sa première question : « As-tu des billets de 500 ? ». Un peu surpris je lui réponds que non. « 200 ? 100 ? ». Non, non… des billets de 50, 20, 10 par contre… Il n’est pas emballé par mes petites coupures. En même temps, c’est pas comme si c’était common to have such big ticket home. Finally, it is not to pray for my 50 euro. Then we walk through the small aisles of shops Maroua. We are looking for valuable tethers for curtain rods. And it's crazy like shops that sell the same thing, succeed each other. Not easy for many to find the right piece at the right price.
(13:30) Remi hungry! And he does not laugh with hunger Remi. So we take our neighborhoods at a restaurant whose name speaks for itself: "Yum-Yum gurgling." A very good restaurant where you eat well for cheap! Oxtail it will not for me yet. But promise next time I tempted! At the table we discuss the "International Day of Women." It is a day well attended in Cameroon, the day when women leave their traditional tasks of housekeeping and cooking for men to enjoy and have fun. Traditional clothes are out and the alcohol that intoxicates the streets and their occupants. Beyond the folklore, it was a substantive discussion with Clementine and Remi. They issue every two reservations about the desirability of such a day. They believe, rightly I think, that this day is primarily a means of " just "women's aspirations to greater equality in the daily view. More than Women's Day is the day of the goodness of man (with a small "h" de rigueur).
(2:10 p.m.) Back at the hotel. I should go after the weekend alone. Finally not only so, since, to my astonishment, a member of hotel staff came to my room to bring me a paper with a phone number. According to him, the number of a girl who lives across from the hotel. I told him I will not call, but I accept she comes to see me. "What this plan," said I figured once the door closed. Well I stay cool, even fashion hunk, I continue my work on my doorstep. Then I visit this young Cameroonian few moments later.
(Visit Teresa, the girl opposite, who likes white ...) It's been a while a bit unusual. We spent an hour together. We talked about everything and anything, especially when she told me she liked to be placed with white. Difficult indeed to keep the conversation while we live in worlds with such different codes. Never mind, Therese does not deflate, and in his sky blue traditional dress, she balance: "have you ever gone out with a negro? . Well, two things will happen. First if you want, I say "black", and yes, when I was in college. Cash, like her, I continue by saying that I have a girlfriend in France. Did not count on his imagination, "and Cameroon? . I smile, normal mode though uncomfortable! "No, no, I have a girlfriend at the time. I am loyal. I confess she winced a bit on " faithful. " Anyway, I was clear! Not to remain on this failure, we have fun with the camera, and I showed him some pictures of France. I must say, she had the eye to spot the naked torsos of "white nose" immortalized in drunken evenings. I immediately said: "Val, your chest is now a legend in Cameroon ... Thank push-ups! .
(1900) After Teresa left again with the promise to meet again when I get a little time, and after witnessing the defeat of PSG live from Cameroon, I'm back a bit in my notes, but without much conviction. Finally solitude weighs on me a little, but not that I have the courage to go outside alone. I'm trying to reach Teresa, but in vain, the network is saturated. I spend the evening alone with my work, my music and TV (Y'avait the Miss Cameroon North!). Sleep finally takes me a good time with as a project in mind for the next day exploring Maroua.
(0400 approximately) So it is not well make fun of religion (hey mom and dad?), but I begin to explain to my first nights here difficult. If you followed above, you learned that the province was inhabited by Catholics as well as Muslims. And for them is prayer five times a day. However, my hotel is right next to a mosque. So, naturally, very early in the morning I hear the muezzin from the top of its minaret prayer rule. Without condoning his behavior, I now understand a little better why, in his time from his hotel in Cairo, Hubert Bonnisseur the Bat, alias OSS 117, was surprised by that early morning call to prayer.
(0930) Small fat-mat. Remi today since I was picked later. It is striking as the temperature rises a few hours. It is already at least 30 degrees in the shade. Departure for the IUCN office.
(11:05) Youpiiii! I had my first Internet access. No time to do much, just to update my blog and publish some of this newspaper. I'm not even going to the SIORD where on the site of the Team ... I am surprised myself. With Remi, we receive a visit from Clementine, a co-Remi in Maroua who works in a different NGOs in the city that deals with educating young people's interest in reforestation. All three leave for the city center in search of curtains for the new premises of the IUCN.
(11:25) Remi With we stay in the vehicle while Clementine will buy the fabric. We park some distance from the seller of cloth so that the presence of 4x4 and a white, in this case me, does up prices of the goods. This is an opportunity to talk with Remi of life here, and Cameroon more widely. He explains the mentality of Cameroonians, but also known for their peaceful silent acceptance of their poverty. Reputed to be one of the most corrupt countries in the world, Cameroon remains a poor country. Regardless of political awareness and recognition on the role played by the same president for 25 years in the country's stability sufficient to silence discontent. Ceux-là ne sont pas absents pour autant, en témoigne les événements récents à l’Ouest du pays, à Yaoundé et Douala.
(12h15) Nous poursuivons notre shopping à trois cette fois-ci. Entre temps j’ai pu changer de l’argent à la sauvette. Le vendeur a hésité à prendre mes euro. Il ne voulait que de très grosses coupures. Sa première question : « As-tu des billets de 500 ? ». Un peu surpris je lui réponds que non. « 200 ? 100 ? ». Non, non… des billets de 50, 20, 10 par contre… Il n’est pas emballé par mes petites coupures. En même temps, c’est pas comme si c’était common to have such big ticket home. Finally, it is not to pray for my 50 euro. Then we walk through the small aisles of shops Maroua. We are looking for valuable tethers for curtain rods. And it's crazy like shops that sell the same thing, succeed each other. Not easy for many to find the right piece at the right price.
(13:30) Remi hungry! And he does not laugh with hunger Remi. So we take our neighborhoods at a restaurant whose name speaks for itself: "Yum-Yum gurgling." A very good restaurant where you eat well for cheap! Oxtail it will not for me yet. But promise next time I tempted! At the table we discuss the "International Day of Women." It is a day well attended in Cameroon, the day when women leave their traditional tasks of housekeeping and cooking for men to enjoy and have fun. Traditional clothes are out and the alcohol that intoxicates the streets and their occupants. Beyond the folklore, it was a substantive discussion with Clementine and Remi. They issue every two reservations about the desirability of such a day. They believe, rightly I think, that this day is primarily a means of " just "women's aspirations to greater equality in the daily view. More than Women's Day is the day of the goodness of man (with a small "h" de rigueur).
(2:10 p.m.) Back at the hotel. I should go after the weekend alone. Finally not only so, since, to my astonishment, a member of hotel staff came to my room to bring me a paper with a phone number. According to him, the number of a girl who lives across from the hotel. I told him I will not call, but I accept she comes to see me. "What this plan," said I figured once the door closed. Well I stay cool, even fashion hunk, I continue my work on my doorstep. Then I visit this young Cameroonian few moments later.
(Visit Teresa, the girl opposite, who likes white ...) It's been a while a bit unusual. We spent an hour together. We talked about everything and anything, especially when she told me she liked to be placed with white. Difficult indeed to keep the conversation while we live in worlds with such different codes. Never mind, Therese does not deflate, and in his sky blue traditional dress, she balance: "have you ever gone out with a negro? . Well, two things will happen. First if you want, I say "black", and yes, when I was in college. Cash, like her, I continue by saying that I have a girlfriend in France. Did not count on his imagination, "and Cameroon? . I smile, normal mode though uncomfortable! "No, no, I have a girlfriend at the time. I am loyal. I confess she winced a bit on " faithful. " Anyway, I was clear! Not to remain on this failure, we have fun with the camera, and I showed him some pictures of France. I must say, she had the eye to spot the naked torsos of "white nose" immortalized in drunken evenings. I immediately said: "Val, your chest is now a legend in Cameroon ... Thank push-ups! .
(1900) After Teresa left again with the promise to meet again when I get a little time, and after witnessing the defeat of PSG live from Cameroon, I'm back a bit in my notes, but without much conviction. Finally solitude weighs on me a little, but not that I have the courage to go outside alone. I'm trying to reach Teresa, but in vain, the network is saturated. I spend the evening alone with my work, my music and TV (Y'avait the Miss Cameroon North!). Sleep finally takes me a good time with as a project in mind for the next day exploring Maroua.
is the class as resto! Well me is my canteen lunch!
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