Had another open-air shower, storing up on cleanliness, before I walked to the market along roads lined with diesel sellers, their wine bottles and glass jars of fuel displayed on tables, who filled vehicles directly with plastic tubes.
Back at the Surete (safety/security) it was good news: Cameroon visas did not require a form, or photograph, or money - just two hours of dosing patience while the paperwork was completed. Our easiest customs check yet followed: no search at all! Couldn’t believe it when we pulled out of the compound and drove off into another country. Love Cameroon already.
Smooth, freshly marked bitumen took us through rough open country and then thick, thorny acacias being grazed by our first giraffes (northern giraffe - https://giraffeconservation.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/GCF-Giraffe-booklet-2017-LR-spreads-c-GCF.compressed-1.pdf)! Driving along the edge of (national) Park de Waza we saw more than a dozen, in groups and singly, one large bull only feet from the edge of the road, watching us with the supercilious expression common to them and their camel relatives. So exciting!
Sunset bathed our late camp at the base of a rocky hill, one of many we’ve seen over the last 15km, in beautiful apricot light.
Vicki has almost finished Ben's baggy and very kitsch African "number one" shorts - will try to sneak a photographic even under Ben's threatened death sentence if I do. Ben worked from predinner till late chopping and peeling fruit for his orange marmalade under Vicki’s guidance, producing three jars of delicious smelling confiture.
Sat up late, the night thrumming with a primitive rhythm of drums and the almost electronic beeps of bats flying around the truck.
Image: Kabore Issa, Waza National Park
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