The Amazing Race

Hi it's Keith again.

I feel like I have signed up to be an Amazing Race contestant.  It has been a go, go, go past few days and it is time for a break.  I haven't been a fan of public transport since living in Toronto 20 years ago and now I get to share a small bus with 35 of my closest friends and no AC.  It is an interesting process to catch a bus here in Cameroon.  You show up at the bus station (and you hope it is the right one, as there are numerous bus stations) and then you jump into the rugby scrum to buy your tickets.  Once you have your tickets, you get to wait, and wait and wait, but you are constantly entertained by a host of vendors selling everything that you could possibly want and stuff that you probably don't want.   You have the normal stuff like candy, water, watches, magizines, but then you have shots of some unknown liquid, nasty meat sandwiches, towels and my new favourite, spicy baked beans.

mmm baked beans....  I digress, back to the bus story.

To get on the bus you have your name called and then you got get the ticket form the guy standing next to the bus.  You don't get you ticket when you actually buy it,  that upset some Dutch guys that we met today.  I think they figured it out.

Once you have your ticket, then you get to force your way on to the bus and hope that you get a seat that has a window that opens.  You also have to hope that the bus doesn't stop fifty meters down the road to pick up another 30 people to stand in the aisle for the 4 hour bus ride.   Oh yeay, they don't stand, they lean on the lucky people seated next to them. 

Keith, siging off for now.