Ashley: January 2007

Energy Club

Ok, so while I was in Cameroon, I managed to go visit the gym, it is sad that they can't offer the best equipment and I felt like I was back in the 80's but I was able to use it no matter how outdated

The good ol AB Machine

Before the rowing machine was re-invented

Do any of you remember those ski machines?

In the beginning there was the step machine ....

The 80's weight training room

Akwa Palace

Ok, now some might say I am being a snob because I didn't like the original room, was it really that bad? Well here are a few pics of comparrison. In a matter of honesty, if Akwa hadn't made the mistake of putting me in the nice room first I wouldn't have known, I would have been miff but I would have stayed there thinking all the rooms are the same. But once I was in a nice room and then moved to a not nice room, that is when I was really unhappy!!

So without further blabber here are the comparison pics!!

Not so nice bedroom

Nice bedroom

So Nice I will show you twice :)

Crap Bathroom

Nice Bathroom

Crap Balcony

Nice Balcony

Nice cupboards in nice room

Nice Room had a safe, Crap room didn't

The view from the nice room, and the pool I would swim 40 laps a day in

The cupboards in the crap room

Why you should put on Sunblock

Well here I am, the idiot of the year award. I did some gardening work in South Africa over December. I spent between 4 to 5 hours in the sun, without a shirt and as you can guess, no sun block. I paid dearly for my stupidity. All I can say is I am very thankful for my private nurse that showed very little sympathy but did a damn good job at nursing me. Pity I never had a nurses outfit for her as well :)

Doesn't look like much besides the red back but if you look carefully you can see the small blisters

Well those small blisters became big blisters pretty quick, a few hours later but just the beginning

And still they got bigger, this is the last pic I will put up here as it just gets gross from here on :)

But I am glad to say I have learned my lesson well and the back is healed up nicely. Never again I tell you, I mean, I was a real big baby moaning and crying. All I know is there are certain people in my life that are just not going to let me live this one down.

Simba Lounge

Well here I was treated to the joys of sitting in the first class lounge at the Cameroon Airport. My boss had made friends with one of the staff members and kinda gets in every time he leaves. This lounge is much better to relax in while we wait for the airplane. I have decided to keep trying to get into this lounge as the normal waiting room is not very nice. Here I can sit and plug my lap top in and surf the web, eat, drink and be merry, even spread out on recliners and just chill.

I think what I will do when I go home again is take some photo's of the normal waiting room so you can see the difference :)

Things I have seen

Some things I have seen, not very interesting but just a few arb pics

Bats, I see lots of bats here!!!!

hmmm ... so this is where it all started before heading to South Africa??

Cameroon's biggest export

My 6th accident that I witnessed, just the basic bumper bashing, not many serious fatal accidents here which is strange if you had to see how they drive here!!

A funeral, they close off the road no matter where it is being held as they firmly believe that the country belongs to them and when you die, no permission is needed to hold a mourning ceremony which will last for 3 days. Nothing gets said, people just sit in the chairs and mourn. The last day they have a party of sorts to celebrate the person moving on.

Some local fishermen

A nice little Waterfront

I was very happy to have found this place, well to have been told about it and taken there. It is a little waterfront restaurant far away from the town (about 10km or so) where you can have a drink, eat and just chill. I am not going to go into detail about the place so just check the photo's out.

The entrance to the restaurant

Seating area

Another seating area

View of the restaurant from one of the seating areas

Decided to put a pic of me on the blog again while at the waterfront

My day at immigration

Well I thought I would never have had to go here but alas my visa was going to expire and I needed to get an extension, so because I was in Cameroon I thought the process was going to be "simple" enough to get another 90 day visa extension. My driver was luckily with me to assist on where to go and who to go and see.

Now I handed out a small amount of money on this day but none of it was going to the government, all the money was bribe money to get my visa sent through or processed much quicker. Faso took my passport and the only time I saw him was when he needed 5000 CFA or 10 000 CFA to bribe some policeman. I must say that I was pretty worried about my passport vanishing and I was no where near it.

I do however feel sorry for the locals and yes I am to blame here as well. You see I was standing behind a police lady who would do the initial processing of the passport and visa's and what I was witnessing was ... shocking. You see, a local's papers would come in for processing and she would open the passport or documentation and flip through it and because there was no money in it she would stack it on a pile of papers in the corner of her desk. A "visitor's" papers like my own would arrive at her desk with 5000 CFA or 10 000 CFA in the passport or documents and not even trying to hide it and in full view of everyone she would take the money out of the documentation and put it in her pocket and she would do the initial processing. I stopped counting at about 100 000 CFA (approximately $100)

It was an interesting day I can tell you ... oh and I only got 1 extra day on my visa, the money spent would have gotten me an extra 90 days if I had done the visa application in South Africa.

Some photo's I managed to take while I was there.

The waiting room if you are a local or with no money to bribe an official

The processing room ... well the one I was in when my passport left my hands, I tried to get a photo of the police lady pocketing the money but eyes were on me all the time and as we know, photo's are a big no no here.

uhmmm ... old files are stored or at least one of the places. Wonder if anyone's passport documentation is still among all those files somewhere?

Now, if you apply for a passport, they will tell you to come back every now and then to see if it is ready, the way you find out if it has arrived is you look on those pieces of paper on the wall and if you find your name, your passport is there. Reminds me of the day when we went to go look for our Matric results at the school.

Just in case you don't have a passport photo or you need some photo copies, the side stalls where you can get all of this done.

Old Apartment

Well I decided to post a few pics of what the apartment looked like where we lived for the last 5 months before moving into the hotel. So for interest sake, here is the apartment

This is the entrace way as you come through the front door

When you walk into the apartment to your right is another passage way that leads to the bedrooms and bathrooms. Directly opposite this passage way is another toilet