The Cameroon diaries

After the uncertainty of the Visa extension debaccle (we have them now, we are illegal aliens no more) and the excitement of my parents' whistle-stop tour of the country, normal service has resumed (after limping through last week somewhat with a stinking cold each). I'm teaching my Web Design class again next week (only three students signed up so far, maybe word's got round that I don't magically transform you into professional web designers in three weeks?) and have been doing revisions to the material. I'm still not 100% happy with it, but I think I've ironed out most of the gitches.

People have been talking about the Mountain race ever since we arrived, it's the event of the year in Buea. So finally it happened. The start point and finish line for the race is the stadium in Molyko. Most Sundays, that's where I am, huffing and puffing with the rest of the SUFA guys for a couple hours, until we call it a day and go and have a beer in Figaros. This Sunday though, SUFA left the stadium to the proper athletes and skipped straight to the Figaros and beer bit.

Recently we met up with Freida's son, Eddie, and his girlfriend, Preseline. They offered to give us a Cameroonian Cooking lesson, which we readily accepted. We've been dying to know how to cook pepper soup (pronounced 'pepe soup' here).

We've been watching quite a lot of films whilst in Cameroon. The tv is generally poor, (and in French a lot of the time...), so unless there's a decent game of football on (well done Liverpool, by the way) we often watch a film of an evening.