Evan, Brian and a couple folks from the neighborhood in Brian's house Near Bamenda Cameroon on Christmas night, after eating about 6 meals in 5 hours.
Evan and Lisa (another PCV) getting ready to start the third day of 12 hours on those prison-like buses in the background to get to the far south east corner of Cameroon where we saw the jungle, gorillas and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Early January
Myself, Evan and Andy next to a tributary of the Congo River with the DRC behind that. We tried to convince a kid on the other side to take us across in his dugout canoe, but his mother did not let him, bumber.
Andy and Brian hanging out at a wildlife viewing platform that we hiked to in the jungle oh Lobeke NP. Did not see much wildlife aside from a few varieties of monkeys, but did get yelled at by a pack of gorillas on the hike in that we could not see in the dense foliage, but were close enough that we could smell.
On a drive in the park a pack or gorillas crossed the road in front of us, and this big dude tried to stare us down in the car.
On the drive out we came across these guys using what has to be the world's biggest chainsaw. We saw many trucks full of old growth tropical hardwoods up to 8' in diameter, and guess this is what you need to cut it down.
Evan enjoying the lilies that we picked from this lake that we hikes to near Brian's house in the northwest of Cameroon.
The three amigos sporting our Obama shirts (which are everywhere) in front of Brian's house.
The three of us at the top of Mt Cameroon in late Feb, possibly one of the only times i have been in my flease in the tropics and still been cold; i guess that is what 13,000+ feet will do.
The long decent from the top. My legs have never been so soar for so long, 10,000 ft down on steep scree takes it tole.
A group of eleplants that we were chasing through the bush while riding on the top of a minibus. In Waza NP in the far north of Cameroon, early March.
Look, a Toys 'R' Us advert, or maybe just where their mascot has retired.
The valley near Rumsiki in the north of Cameroon. To the left is Nigeria, where we are walking is Cameroon.
Evan and I in the front of a minibus as we nervously crossed the Niger Delta, needless to say it was a rather unsettling place to be. I have never seen so many people with guns. Every 30 min there was a police checkpoint with 10-20 guys with large automatic weapons or shotguns, and the occastional jeep with a machine gun on top. Thankfully they had bigger things to worry about (like bandits, and pirates) to be bothered trying to extort money out of us; they just took the 40 cents of a bribe from the driver and let us roll through.
Evan with our couchsurfing host in Lago, Emmanual, who was a great guide in a crazy city.
Ganvie, a stilt village in southern Benin as seen from our hotel window (also on stilts). This is where we meet up with Hala and Adam in mid April
A village in norther Benin we hiked to with a goup of PCVs from Niger, complete with beautiful baobob trees and mud castle looking houses called Tatas. Late March.
A bunch of cute kids playing with us ontop of the Tata that we rented for the evening. Most were naked, and the majority either were pregnant or just malnurished, i dont know...
We borrowed the kids' slingshots and spent a few hours shooting things from the top of our castle.
Evan and Mary seeing how many kids they should fit in the base of this large Baobob, I think there were a good 15 of them in there.
Myself and Jyoti, a volunteer from Niger, climbing a mango tree. Turns out that mangoes are related to poision ivy, and the sap I got on me gave me a gnarly rash that still has not gone away fully. Damn mangoes.
Despite the rash, the sunset is just somehow more beautiful from the top of a tree.
Our beautiful swimming hole at a waterfall just outside Penjari NP in norther Benin. Note Evan in the bottom right.
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looks pretty sweet dude. when do you get back?
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