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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.