We started the week with a team meeting. We were delayed getting out of town and didn't get to Mangamba until nearly 4 p.m. But the students set up shop and accomplished a number of assessments of WEH kids before we had to go. Ruth and I came home to Douala while the rest stayed out at the hotel where they stayed last week. After a dinner in front of the TV, I'm going to bed.
I wish I could adequately describe our drive today. We went from the bustling streets of Douala – some modern, most cramped – to the hub bub of the road-side stands and the horrendous pot-holed filled road that goes through that part of the city, to the long, winding, narrow, dirt roads through the countryside. We drove through a number of villages, each with a variety of homes from very nice to the poorest of mud homes, now losing the mud chinking that should hold out the elements. Everywhere there are people carrying things on their heads; everywhere there are children playing – and watching our bus go by. We passed through areas of thick vegetation on either side of the road, rubber tree plantations, and palm oil plantations. It is all so interesting.
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