A very lazy day today. Things in Buea really slow down on a Sunday. Most people are either in church or in the pub. Suzanne and I make the 30 minute drive to Limbe, a beach town favoured by local and white tourists alike, looking to escape the rat race for the weekend. It's nice to finally see the place and feel the sea breeze again. The place has a famous wildlife sanctuary and botanical gardens, which I hope to visit next time.
We don't stay too long and we're soon back in town with the addition of a blind man who was looking at walking for miles in the dark to get to his destination. We drop him off and take in the main bar in the town for a quick beer and a listen to some bone shakingly loud local music. This is the biggest bar around yet nobody seems to know the name of the place. I don't think it has one.
We walk back home and meet a young girl in floods of tears, waving her arms about. We soon find out that the girl is announcing the death of the daughter of the man buried yesterday. She was a widow with a young child, and, apparently, had not been sick recently. It is quite possible that the recent grief had been too much for her. She was only 34 years old.
We don't stay too long and we're soon back in town with the addition of a blind man who was looking at walking for miles in the dark to get to his destination. We drop him off and take in the main bar in the town for a quick beer and a listen to some bone shakingly loud local music. This is the biggest bar around yet nobody seems to know the name of the place. I don't think it has one.
We walk back home and meet a young girl in floods of tears, waving her arms about. We soon find out that the girl is announcing the death of the daughter of the man buried yesterday. She was a widow with a young child, and, apparently, had not been sick recently. It is quite possible that the recent grief had been too much for her. She was only 34 years old.
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