West Province
This week I got to my host brother/father’s village. To clarify, if the parents of the house I live in are my host-parents, then Marius, who I’ve been calling my host-brother is actually my host uncle. That is, he is the little brother of the Father of the family I live with. But he’s my age, so I call him brother.
So I went to Marius and George’s village this weekend. Marius woke me up at 11 something Friday night and I fumbled through enough half-awake french to understand we were leaving the next morning. The next thing I knew, at 6:30 Marius came and woke me up.
We left the house around 7:30, picked up some random people who were going the same direction to help pay for gas. We went first to see Marius’s mother in Nkongsamba then headed over to Bafang to visit his sister. We saw an excellent waterfall and then headed to the capital of the west province, Bafoussam. We slept in Nkongsamba, worked on the small communal farm a little, then bought tons and tons of fruits and vegetables on our way back. The climate there was nice and cool; I think Saturday was my first day here where I haven’t sweat at all. I got to have a good conversation with some guys in my extended host family about God and relationships. Thank you for praying! Check out the pictures to fill in the rest of the story.
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I drove to work and back yesterday with my host father in the passenger seat. I was for sure nervous at first but I don’t think it was any worse than driving a 15 passenger van through Monterrey. There is construction in front of CEFA (the place where I work) but the construction workers recognize the white guy who works on the block and let me in to park without issue, which makes me feel important.
We haven’t had running water in the house since Friday morning. Right now the electricity is at 160V, down from the regular 220V. This means that 220V things (like the lights) don’t work, but things that are made to be international (like the TV, my computer, and luckily my AC) work. So I showered last night by the light of my cell-phone flashlight with bottles of water we filled up at the Tennis club Sunday night. Oh the joys of the developing world :)
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