Time to say goodbye.
Though I´m very much looking forward to a clean kitchen and a lecker Burger at Udo´s I´m pretty sure I will miss this country. Meanwhile I got used to disorder and anarchy, fell in love with imperfectness and inventiveness, value directness and hospitality, move with 0.5km/h and start feeling comfortable in the streets of Yaoundé.
I could spend some more time around.
And even on my last days I turned wild and took a motorbike taxi home – which in fact is one of the life-sickest things one could do in Douala. (- which also stated the driver by commenting he´d never ever seen a white person climbing on a motorbike.) And still there are more things to discover and experience, but I guess all the other crazy things have to wait till next time.
If you don´t separate you can´t meet again..
Au revoir Cameroun et merci beaucoup!
