Van ride out

We left on Tuesday morning and we all fit into the van this time--the guide and porters too. As we headed back to town the workers for the palm oil plants were walking to work, with their long sticks with scythes at the end. Pete and I were crammed in the front seat with the driver and all the windows were open, we were going slow because of the condition of the road. Inevitably, wherever we go, someone shouts, "hey white man!" at Pete. This time I shouted back, "and women too!". The Cameroonians all laughed.