prepared finger food through open
windows. For less than a dollar you can get a satisfying snack.
Half way to Bamenda, the driver pulled over at a little commercial
area that has become the stopping point for those making
this journey. The area is about a block long, with both sides
of the street lined by small shops, restaurants, and roadside
vendors. It is the only stop with public toilets. We
spent about an hour there, resting, stretching our legs, and taking
care of necessary business before piling back into the bus to
complete the journey.
The scenery on the road to Bamenda is spectacular. The landscape
is painted with mountains and valleys, rolling hills, palm trees,
and terraced fields of cocoa plants. The sky is Carolina blue,
accented with puffs of soft white clouds floating over the green
carpet below. Sometimes, when we rounded a curve between two mountains,
the view yielded a panorama that brought tears to my eyes for
its sheer beauty. More than once, I wanted to yell for the driver
to stop so I could get out and let my eyes feast on the banquet
laid out before me by God. As beautiful as it was, I’m told
that it’s even more beautiful the farther north you go.
I can’t wait until I get my car!
We arrived at the church center at dusk and then took a taxi
into town in search of dinner. Although the streets were busy
with cars and people, there was not much open in the way of eating
establishments because it was Sunday. A kind gentleman directed
us to Sister Rose’s restaurant, where we enjoyed a delicious
meal of fresh grilled fish, fried plantains, and green vegetables.
We washed it down with a refreshing grapefruit drink called Top
Pomplemousse. With full bellies and tired bodies, we bedded down
for a good night’s sleep. |
