Posted by dmyers on February 4th, 2008 in AFRICA, Cameroon
What a wild few days it has been. Wednesday we lost power for half of the day. Thursday the power was out all day. Friday, it was out for half a day again. It has poured very hard and we felt the rain hit us while we were sleeping. Normally, there is little or no wind here at all. It has been abnormally windy lately. We received over two inches of rain each day for the last three.
Friday morning, I left for Douala, 80 miles away. I had to take the new truck in for its first service under the warranty. I left at 5:30 am. I drove for about one hour on the gravel road. It was in bad shape. Then just before I arrived at Tombel, the road was flooded to about four feet high. Six cars were stuck in the water that flooded across the road and no one was going through it. In fact, buses and taxis from the northwest province had been waiting there since 3:00am.
I turned around and returned to Kumba. By the time I left again by the only other road to Douala, it was about 7:45. What a waste of time that was. I took the other road and was able to make it to Douala by about 11:00 am. I got in line for the service at the Toyota dealer. They said they could not get at it until the afternoon. They take a siesta break in the French provinces from 12:00 pm to 2:30 pm. I often wonder how you can get anything done with a schedule like that. Oh well, it makes for a nice lunch, I guess. I waited until 3:45, then made a mad dash for home so that I could make it in the light.
I was doing fine and only had about 40 minutes more till I was home. That was about 6:00 pm. However, it grew black outside and it rained so hard that I could not see the front of the vehicle, let alone the holes in the road. When I talk about holes, I am talking about holes made by 40 ton logging trucks and other large vehicles. These quickly fill with water when it rains that hard. A few times the water came up to the hood, but as long as I went slowly and kept going, I could make it. Once, I was spinning my rear tires trying to climb out of the hole and onto the road that was sort of there.
I inched my way home so that I could make it to Kumba and get some light. You see, there is no pavement for the last 85 kilometers of the trip. There is just the red clay soil that has been terribly eroded by this time of the rainy season. One would never be sure it was a road at all. And there are no speed limit signs, no traffic lights, no markings on corners or pavement and no signs of any kind at all. You sort of know where you are going or you don’t, it is as simple as that. I made it home about 7:40, delighted to be home and out of the deluge of rain that pounded against my windshield and virtually blinded me most of the last hour and 40 minutes.
