Friday 22 April 2016
Passage from the text... in Cameroon!
For the price of the tour, we are treated to folk
dances where every beauty of the village, a small gourd filled with seeds
attached to the ankle, turn around and throw shrilling yells into the air while
uncaring warriors play the drums or flute. But the tribe is so tired of this
kind of tourist event that they hide their boredom difficultly while moving
about without any conviction. After paying another gift to the Chief, the girls
reboot like clockwork, quivering their rumps, shaking their bare chests for the
hunters...
Thursday 7 April 2016
Passage from the text...
In Cameroon...
The wild animal reserve of Waza is a massive one hundred and seventy thousand hectares, according to the brochure! And it is at night that we must cross it…
“Prohibited after nightfall,” the guards warn me at the entrance. No problem, I mention the name of the guide I work for and I give them a bribe and they allow me to pass.
Without tracker and map, this is madness.
I have to play it cool so as not to scare my clients too.
In the moonlight, between bush and sand, I penetrate this reserve for the first time, expecting to meet lions, elephants, panthers, antelopes, cranes, lyre, marabous and snakes.
The wild animal reserve of Waza is a massive one hundred and seventy thousand hectares, according to the brochure! And it is at night that we must cross it…
“Prohibited after nightfall,” the guards warn me at the entrance. No problem, I mention the name of the guide I work for and I give them a bribe and they allow me to pass.
Without tracker and map, this is madness.
I have to play it cool so as not to scare my clients too.
In the moonlight, between bush and sand, I penetrate this reserve for the first time, expecting to meet lions, elephants, panthers, antelopes, cranes, lyre, marabous and snakes.
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