| On our way to Rhumsiki we were accosted by gift demanding children and fell into a hole trying to escape. Luckily, we were off the main road when it happened so not too many people saw us in our immobile, vulnerable state. |
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This girl, running after us and screaming cadeau (gift in French), was our first welcome to the tourist areas of the north. We thought it was kind of cute, at first, but by Gambia… |
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It looked like nice solid grass to camp on. |
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We started to dig, and dig, and dig, and then finally had the kids dig. |
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Then Rasa, in her infinite wisdom, asked David and me why we just do not use the winch to pull us out. |
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While I was finding a tree to use, Rasa was getting some great close-ups of the audience. |
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This kid demanded a whole coke for putting some rocks in the hole. I offered to trade him for the hat but he did not go for it. |
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We were free! Only to have the cop harass us for not ‘stopping’ at his checkpoint. Rasa asked if he was going to dig us out if we sank before making it to the road. My, how we have grown snarky. |
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| We ended up driving all the way to Rhumsiki because we did not want to be bothered by the aggressive locals. It was a shame we could not spend more time walking around the most beautiful area in Cameroon. |
