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A little work

No new discoveries in Cameroon so I decided to tell you a bit of work, after all I'm here to work.
You know my rhythm 'gearée' on high speed but my partner is on the small, small beef, enough to make me crazy. So I wrote a report to request a change of partner and guess what, we passed the little beef to the first of it's already taken. However, I have other projects I am ascending currently training on conflict management, a workshop on recognition, write an article on the recognition and I work with a group of students in part an NGO. Finally, I'm busy, I feel useful and I realized.
I still have the project to change partners. I want to work for an NGO as a program matching volunteers with VSO volunteers in local schools. The job is to support the coordinator in management. I really like doing this job because I would be in touch with local volunteers, to coaching with water and coordinator. It's in my strings. So my dream and I will share for that you put your energy too, it will be my Christmas present. Thank you in advance.

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Back in Yaounde, a city that seems to me quieter, less smoky, more pleasant than when we arrived in September and then destination Limbe. First the bus to Douala and then negotiating the taxi to the chagrin of Marcel. I had read that the price per person was 200F and I was not going to budge. Finally, there is a motorcycle and 500F Martcel needed to take it. Upon his arrival at the crossroads for the start of Limbe, a taxi car waiting for us and there we piled into a small 6 passenger car. Of the 6, there are good sizes, of course, we are the smallest. I sit on Marcel, but her buttocks on the hard lump in the center. With my weight, her hindquarters is in agony. We eventually find a position to live the next 70 KM a little more comfortable.

Limbe worth these drawbacks. The life of the sea after the sight of rivers emptied of all their water is a feast for the eyes. Some islands scattered here and there in the ocean complete the dream landscape. We sat at the Atlantic Beach Hotel, room sea view is no beach, volcanic stones decorate the beach, beautiful black stones, polished by the waves that make the unique scenery, especially my faith quite nice .

Visit the botanical garden and mini zoo's mission is to accommodate injured or endangered primates adorns our first day in Limbe.

The second day is devoted the discovery of Mount Cameroon. Marcel legs remind him that he has more than twenty years. As for me, I stumble on a rock, do a glide and here I am with the figure of a battered woman. Despite these anecdotes may seem unpleasant, in fact I said to spice the day is very pleasant, interesting and full of adventure. A little disappointment, I'm greedy, I also wanted to go in the rainforest but not enough time, too bad ... the job name. We resume at Kribi in February.

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The Feast of Sacrifice

This weekend is the Feast of Sacrifice. Everyone bought his sheep, kills, the kitchen and of course eating.
Thursday evening, our neighbor comes to see me and asked me to fasten his post after the sheep on our terrace which is a few feet from our table. I do not really want to eat the sheep, so I told him to tie it after the front door. The next morning we take our walk and return the meat had been made, all the meat was placed in containers, the head was on the porch. I crossed the bloody scene with my blinders not to see. The neighbor wanted me to have fresh meat cooked. I refused politely but this was a postponement because she gave us for supper. We tried to sample this delicious feast. The taste was good but unfortunately the meat was rather tough.
We were invited to dinner at a bar for the party and I must confess that for the first time, the food was delicious. We feasted.
PS We have stopped smoking.

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Pouss, here we finally

True enough, we ended up seeing this village Pouss vaunted in guidebooks. From the outset, a little disappointed but I confess a very nice weekend. Adjourned at 5: 45 pm for the bus early arrival at the terminal at 7 am 20 and guess what time we leave: 9 h 00. Not bad, we are still in Africa and, moreover, since we are the first to have bought our tickets, we sit in the best seats. We arrive at Maga, 80 km further to 11 h 40 and then we get a taxi. The dance of negotiation begins. Two white off the bus, one thick butter. I refuse to pay 3000 Swiss francs and I get to 2000 f is the right price but we are 2 on the bike. For 14 miles, this is not ideal, I would say it's very uncomfortable but what are we complaining, sometimes they are five.
Reached Pouss we meet up our friends Suzanne and Ghislain. Suzanne buys fish for braising and I do hasten to say that we will not participate in their tasting ... Suzanne takes courage to fix the drink but there is no question that I imitate. We prefer to walk on the lake and try to see deshyppopotames. None are on the horizon. We learn that we can walk 4 km beneath a blazing sun, perhaps to see them. Sorry it will be for the next time we return for a package with tourist hostel with hippos. Thanks to Ghislain
who has a motorcycle, we can go visit the boxes Mousgoums shells. These are the highest, most beautiful in Africa, and they testify to the expertise architectural Africa. Palm trees adorn the streets of growth, it is very nice and very special. 16 h 00
think we try to find a bike to get to Guirvidig, a friend lent us his house to sleep. I swear that we enter the post. The weather is beautiful, the sun descends in the sky, the warm wind caresses the skin, it is sublime. Is the good life and I think if we had this temperature in Quebec, I have a motorcycle. Suddenly, our driver stopped and told us that someone else will finish the journey with us. The guys run at breakneck speed. Marcel asks us to be protected, a little prayer can not do wrong. I think our riders were frozen like a bullet.
On arrival, we ask where is the bar. The guy next to us said, but in reality it is about 1 km. Here we can just buy beer at the bar but we can get. They will require 3 times the price of beer just for the record. We decide to take it on the spot. The bar is noisy and many people are drunk, others are approaching us because they want us to pay for beer. We feel invaded. Exasperated, we decided to accelerate la consommation pour entrer souper.
Arrivés à la maison de Josianne, nous constatons que nous sommes privilégiés avec notre maison de ville, notre terrasse, notre salle de bain, l'eau courante, la télé, l'air climatisé. Nous vivons dans un château par rappot à d'autres volontaires et Josianne vit dans un château par rapport à des locaux. Nous entrons à la maison le coeur gai en ce beau dimanche matin.

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Mespéripéties

Cette semaine a été consacrée à ma stabilité professionnelle. Je me présente au bureau pour travailler, j’aide un des employés à faire son budget, je contacte mon patron à plusieurs reprise sans le rejoindre et disons que cela affecte sérieusement mon moral. Je fais des démarches auprès d’une autre organisation pour donner des cours de formation et j’ai une réponse positive sauf qu’en faisant la demande budgétaire, je me bute cette fois à une réponse négative. De plus, ce même jour, j’ai ma première rencontre pour organiser la journée des volontaires et disons qu’elle se déroule un peu dans la cohue. C’est difficile pour moi de diriger une rencontre où tout le monde parle en même temps et en plus ajoutons à cette difficulté que 75% se déroule en anglais.
Finalement, le lendemain, tout s’organise pour que je donne une formation de 2 jours lundi and Tuesday 16 and 17 November. I am very happy because I was on the verge of despair. Tuesday night, I made my visit to return home. So I put a lot of energy to finish the preparation of my training materials and make matters worse, Friday morning, I lose over 75% of my files. We have to put our trip to push next week to see hippos, to regain much of my work but I am very happy because now it's mission accomplished.
A visit to the craft
Marcel and I decided to go to the center of the craft to see what they have and choose what we want to bring in Quebec, for ourselves and our loved ones. Say I wanted to go for some time but because I feared that visit vendors harass us so that we bought. I prepared myself psychologically for this test because it is really a test for me. Finally, I am drawn. I said I was taking the prize, I wrote the articles that interested me, I would do my budget and come back. I'm proud of myself, it worked. Marcel has found it more painful and left me there because it was too overgrown.

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Douroum Returning from a discussion on relational values amounts of Cameroon and Quebec. Many lamented the loss of Quebec family and friendship, loneliness that pervades many of our fellow citizens. How not realize how lucky I am that we have to be so surrounded. We are certainly not faced with emotional deprivation with families and friends we have.
What wealth to share our lives with self girls, warm, affectionate, grateful, etc. .. Even with all these miles away, for me, the relationship is present and I appreciate the consistency of our communication. Of course, sometimes I miss the physical presence but I know you're there and that if necessary I could count on you.
Gotta love and feel our importance when we witness the attendance of our families and friends to follow our journey and we write.
All this to say I agree, Cameroon, people are friendly, it seems that family values are stronger in Quebec but I am one of those privileged because I am surrounded by extraordinary people.

The millet
Strolling through the fields in Cameroon we see how the millet is grown. The residents planted millet, plant by plant by digging a hole first with a big spike. Then they put in the boiler water in the hole and finally the plant in the hole. It's amazing the breadth of fields covered with millet when you realize that everything is done manually.

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moment I go to school and we go to Douroum

my friend Suzanne who is a consultant for schools in petty (say it is a suburb of Maroua) offered me the privilege of attending the school committee. The morning begins with a visit classes. The director who is also teaching lack of teacher holds a class of a hundred students, classroom equipped with desks, walls and a cement roof watertight. The other three classes are arranged with stems of millet and this for the walls and the roof, there are no desks, the children sit on benches improvised but they are very attentive. It costs 2000 FCFA (5.) Per year to send a child to school, but here it is not within reach of every budget especially as there are men who have 4 women and 20 or 30 children. The school is not compulsory and not recovered by all.
The School Committee meets in the school yard. Benches down below a tree for protection from the sun. The motivating and dynamic Suzanne has prepared materials to help them better understand, manage and control their budgets. The committee is very open to his proposals, it is so convincing. Some are actively involved while in others it is not easy to decipher if they are interested. The conduct of a meeting has nothing to do with what we know. First, there are plenty of distractions: the People come to the meeting whenever they want, they leave in warning, the children come to play near us, motorcycles traveling near the area of meeting and there I have not mentioned the problem of language. Many speak foufouldé then a translation is needed. Fortunately, Susan is assisted by a local volunteer who navigates perfectly between the two languages and at ease with a fish in water in his role. The meeting ended with prayer.
Douroun is a township located about 1.30 hrs by car Maroua in the heart of Mount Mandara. It's really very beautiful, mountains of rock, huts scattered everywhere, every inch of arable land is exploited, the people are very friendly and welcoming. Our rooms are built in huts with cement roof millet stalk, they are really very beautiful, very clean, almost new. I dreamed since I came to sleep in these huts. Saturday afternoon we go to the small market and they come to the millet beer. People have a little glass in the nose and we decide not to perpetuate our visit.
Sunday, we assume the 9 volunteers for a walk in the mountains. It is almost incredible, the trail leads sometimes to a foot in the door of a house. We pouvons apprécier un groupe de musiciens, danseurs et danseuses traditionnels, le travail d’une jeune personne qui fabrique un tapis pour faire sécher les récoltes, être témoin d’un groupe de sages qui font le jugement, l’épandage du tabac pour séchage et des paysages spectaculaires. La seule ombre au tableau pour Marcel et moi c’est la nourriture qui était 100% camerounaise. Nos yeux, premier organe sollicité pour apprécier la nourriture, et nos papilles capricieuses n’ont pas encore apprivoisé les plats locaux.

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Finally we start to see the country

Enfin on commence à voir du pays
Notre premier petit voyage à l’extérieur de Maroua s’organise Saturday with our couple friends Suzanne and Ghislain. We're off to Mindif peak at 25 km from Maroua motorbike taxi after much hesitation and negotiation (auto-taxi, bus, motorcycle taxi). I'm really excited. I like to go on a motorcycle, it gives me a feeling of freedom, a sense of great adventure. The landscape along the dirt road is really beautiful, the wind tickles the skin, the difficulties on the road as holes, rivers to cross without a bridge makes it all the more original and exotic.
Mindif The peak is a mountain of rock, with a peak very very steep. You can imagine, we climbed all what can be done (mid-way between hiking and climbing). Finally, my cardio work, I think it's been that he has not been put to that. Two young boys are with us are our guides. They walk on this mountain is steep and rugged barefoot or in 'gogoune'. They are really impressive, it seems that this is their playground, it seems that there are monkeys on the mountain, but none in our field of vision to our great disappointment.
weather is beautiful: sun, wind, not too hot and we go almost to the great peak at my pleasure. The view is superb Mindif the village and surrounding area. I feel so alive I feel alive, full of energy and happiness. To top it off, Sunday we climb Mount Maroua Maroua. A young university student in management with us, it is interesting, motivated, full of ideas, I see these young people want, fortunately there are still few, few.
Tuesday is my first trip to work. I go with Henry and Marcel for Kousséri which is located entirely in northern Cameroon. We travel by bus. They return on their journey. We sit 5 in a space of 4, in reality we are 3 in a space of 2. The 270 km trip takes 5 hours because of road conditions and becomes tiresome in the long run. We had to show 4 times our identity cards on the way home because there are constant police checkpoints. Kousséri really has nothing to attract tourists no town charm, dirty, lacking decent restaurants apart from the tourist stop where we had a nice supper of love and the restaurant of peace. There are two hotels respectable but they sold out, we retreated to a hotel a bit noisy but clean with air conditioning.
On the way, it also crosses a border with Nigeria. Again, the legal and illegal trade in full swing. A large quantity of gasoline sold in Cameroon arrived illegally from Nigeria.
is also on this road we find the famous part of Waza, then we can do a safari. The rainy season is not over yet, we must wait until December for this experience. You'll have to wait for the story you too.
Marcel has also enjoyed these little visits Cameroon.

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Louis Edem, I love you! A very good book

Literary evening yesterday at the chic Pavillon Taché UQO. We must be at least 60 to come and see and listen to the new sensation of the hour, the Togolese Edem Awumey writer, shortlisted for the Goncourt, nothing less. A resident of Old Hull nominated for the prestigious French literary prizes, I could not miss it, I who constantly complain about my anemia cultural Outaouais adoption.

I mentioned in this virtual space, my propensity to be a little bit, not bad, yes, OK, I admit, extremely Groop. Of course, I am tripping literature, for real. But I am still asked if that made me leave my house, a gray evening September when I could have stuffed the fall programming of Radio-Can or read my Entertainment Weekly, is a real willingness to meet an author or a desire to see someone who may have the Goncourt. It's a bit of both, I guess. Probably my "groopisme" led me to the room and my love for literature made me stay until the end of the launch.

And I'm glad to be stayed until the end of the event ... Edem Awumey this is completely charming and his quick wit is matched only by his humility. He is African, European and North American time. It a little voice at the foix shy and playful. It gives a taste of writing and especially reading what he wrote about exile, Exit, on wandering.

I looked straight into his eyes during his presentation. I wanted him to feel my presence. Everybody was like me. We were overwhelmed by Edem and his laughter.

Goncourt The issue of returns. If there had not been this majestic appointment, how would he have any fans? 10, 15 people, family and close friends? I do not know.

Yesterday, we had 25 or 30 to be queuing up to ask de nous dédicacer Les pieds sales . Je suis toujours nerveuse dans de telles situations. Je dis merci pour l'inspiration, la plupart du temps et je laisse mon regard parler. A mon merci, il a répondu "C'est moi". Il me remerciait, à son tour et j'ai senti sa sincérité.

Je ne sais pas s'il gagnera le Goncourt, en novembre. Je lui souhaite, bien sûr, pour que d'autres personnes aussi groopies que moi le découvrent. Moi, je ne l'ai pas encore lu, mais je l'aime déjà. Et ce n'est pas seulement la groopie qui parle, c'est l'humaine qui a découvert la grande beauté intérieure d'un de ses congénères.

I read his book (as soon as I finished my correction) and I'll keep you posted.

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As we are called to travel extensively

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we had to take the Decision (difficult) to separate us from Herbie and Jasmine.

They were both placed in Exellent families. Jasmine actually went into the family that had Rosie (Rosie drowned in the swimming pool of his masters in September 2009).

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We had a great time to livestock and live in company of Fox Terriers and we wish you all ... a Fox Terrier .

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I did not write this blog since January. Who knows why. Not that my life lacked inspiration. On the contrary.

Rather than waste my time to tell you what kept me from writing, I would rather tell you what gives me the desire to write a book. A very good book.

It's been a long time it did not happen. I am consumed. I would spend my time to peel the pages of the brick. I am puzzled. Yet, good books, I read in last month. Nothing like that.

The book is called Admission . It is in English only, but may be translated one day, I do not know. There Portia, who is agent for admission to Princeton. There are teachers, prospective students, parents, governors. It is especially this woman my age who is recovering in question, which has a broken heart, who does not know. There are tons of books on women approaching 40 years. I know, I've read several. Since Eat, Pray, Love is fashionable. Nay, from Jane Austen, from Virginia Woolfe, it's fashionable. I difficult to say why this book appeals to me more than dozens of others of its kind that I read. All I know is that I read until 2 AM yesterday, and I will probably do the same thing tonight.

I saw as I walked in Ottawa on Monday in the window of the posh Sun Bookstore, a bag where it was inscribed: "In summer I do not tan, I read." This theme is perfect for me.

If for some, the play was done, for me, summer is meant to read. But not read anything. What is the summer is that I can spend hours normally productive to bury myself in a big fat book that I have the leisure to read in 2 or 3 days, whereas during the rest of the year, I should take 2 or 3 weeks to arrive the same result.

link to the book is quite different. On vacation, I stick to the characters while the rest of the time, he remains distant knowledge that I find when I'm too tired to really get to know them. Portia, now, is my friend. I want to know what will happen, as I wanted to know what would happen to Felicia and Frisco, in the General Hospital in my teens. I identify with her. I wish her well and understand his pain. I try to predict its fate and am sad to learn that I was right in thinking the worst. I'm admissions officer at Princeton by proxy. I walk the aisles of the legendary institution by a chilly December evening. I travel to New England to meet the young minds of America. I drink wine with teachers from the Faculty of English. Wedged into my couch, I travel. And it does not cost me $ 30 ...

How to choose books is even more in summer than anytime during the year, as important as choosing the right friends. Better to read an old People a newspaper or a bad book. Life is too short. The summer line. I also know that, as with friends, hitting a good book is the chance. I wish you all the luck.

If desired, share me your favorite literary summer. My book will be finished in 200 pages and I need something else soon.

that, I'm going back to study records for the next school year at Princeton. It will be exciting.

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Passport to ...

I have one more week before starting to teach, I do what I do not have time to do normally. Read the day watching The View and Oprah, writing this blog and go make a visit to the passport offices of the exquisite Place du Centre, Hull.

First step: let me take pictures. I do not always come back because we are asked not to smile. We must force yourself to look stupid, then we were always taught to smile for the camera. And besides, I feel like smiling, because the photograph is taken will allow me to travel, one of the things I love best on earth. From Maine to Istanbul, my dreams are vast and I feel like smiling, just thinking about it. Think suppress that smile, for the officers to be responsible for issuing my passport I do not deny it, claiming that I looked too happy at the idea of traveling once again is a real challenge.

Second stop, the passport office. I hovered for a good twenty minutes to find me a parking place (strike-d'OC-Transpo-who-the-force-people-to-take-l'auto requires). I am ready to face the monster of the endless wait: I have a granola bar, my Wally Lamb 750 pages, filled my iPod songs of 7500. I should be OK to fill the hours before I have to give my non-smiling photos and asked my completed. I'm 38, I have a master's degree in psychology, taught for 10 years and I'm still a little nervous ... and if I miss a letter, passed a check ... The lady's home look at my old passport and asks me: "Do you travel much in the coming years?". I would like to explain that yes, I would like, but what do you want, we know nothing of life. If I could, I would leave immediately, and would travel far, like last year, and come back more often to better again. I would like that, well, go on report. Talking to people, write about my encounters. Of course, the queue is long and I do not say this la blême préposée qui doit déjà être frustrée de voir tous ces gens partir et pas elle. Je réponds donc "OUI" à la question, sans savoir si cela sera vrai. Je ne prends pas de chance et me commande une passeport X-Large de 48 pages. 5$, ce n'est pas cher pour espérer remplir 48 pages avec des étampes de Russie, d'Australie, du Japon ou des États-Unis d'Obama.

Surprise, l'attente n'a pas été si longue que cela. Une heure et quart, environ. Je crois que j'ai pris plus de temps à retrouver mon chemin en dehors de l'infâme Place du Portage, pour sortir de ce labyrinthe de fonctionnaires. Vous avez déjà visité ce lieu? It seems like the ideal place for a passport office. When it puts the feet, was 10 times the taste away from its insights and its blaffards brown walls. It's not for nothing that there are 1000 different coffee stands, we really need a lot of caffeine to stay awake, walking in the architectural aberration.

Well, I have my passport on or before January 28. In time for my next trip to San Francisco in March. A short trip, 5 days. Not long enough that only applies if this delicious phrase of the late Emma Bombeck: "When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home"

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This blog is not dead

Il y a bien longtemps que je n'ai pas écrit. Il y a eu la fin de la session, puis il y a eu le temps des Fêtes. Entre temps, il y a eu le décès d'un ami très cher. Je ne savais plus quoi écrire. Les sujets qui me venaient à l'esprit repartaient comme ils étaient venus, sans me laisser trop d'inspiration au passage. A la suite du décès de Bruno (Djoubi, dans le monde virtuel), tous mes sujets me paraissaient futiles. On dirait que je n'étais pas capable d'accepter que celui qui a inspiré la création de ce blogue ne pourra plus jamais écrire d'entrée. Je ne savais plus quoi écrire. I do not know quite yet, but soon I will find the thread of my ideas. It's coming.

It's Saturday night. The Canadian has won a great victory. I never watch hockey, but looking at the end of last season, tonight I believe in hope. The players have struggled and won at the last minute. It can also happen. If I work hard in the corners, so I do not give up, if I skate. I can beat my opponents, who are mostly domestic. I'll talk another time.

I live in a country not at war. I'm not cold in my house well insulated, even if is-25C. outside. Tomorrow I may go skating on the Rideau Canal and it will even be the second time this season, because I had the chance to drag my feet on it the 1st January. If I'm not going is that I decided to read this delightful brick that is the new Wally Lamb "The first time I Believed". Monday, I'll stand in line at the passport office and I will have the chance to immerse myself in this excellent novel, written by the best writer of our time (in my humble opinion).

That's what crossed my mind at this moment. That's why I feel good tonight, reviving my blog and listening to the True insomnia Alain Lefevre.

I will write more extensively soon. I promise you.