Nothing like a little African Christmas adventure to keep you from feeling nostalgic for Marstaller family sing-a-longs around the piano and Toblerone bars in your stocking. Especially when you are visiting the coldest region of the country where we actually did need to huddle around the fire in wool socks at night to stay warm! I was in the NW for the weekend visiting my friend and fellow New Englander, Laura (red bandana), and we hooked up with two other Peace Corps volunteers, five European volunteers and one awesome Cameroonian friend for a Christmas to remember in the hills. What a group! You know you are lucky when even spending Christmas abroad there is nowhere you would rather be.
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| We got a couple neighbor kids who had never held cameras to take these shots of us before we took off on our hike. The "1-2-3 go" was lost in translation, but they captured our enthusiasm. We've got tents and sleeping bags and loads of blankets, hammocks, a stove, pots, food and drinks and utensils, a Christmas tree, a camera tripod, firewood, hats and scarves, even marshmallows and real Cameroonian cocoa...everything but a chimney for Santa to come down. |
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"Last one to the top digs the latrine!"
We look better than we feel! I thought the boys were joking when they pointed to the peak we were heading to the top of, then thought I was going to die when the trail basically blazed straight up! The elevation in this region is already much higher, and my bag quickly felt like I could have built us a chimney myself. We came up with games to keep us distracted, and one of the volunteers even got his iPod and speakers going and tied it to his pack to keep us motivated and prevent us from jumping ship on the whole thing. Much more slowly and steadily than most of the others, we made it! |
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| Hardcore Laura on the other hand blazed up the trail without so much as a heavy breath, casually on the phone to her mother much of the way, and spent the last half hour cheering me on from the top! She's from Vermont and does intense winter camping trips, one of her many admirable adventurous hobbies. I stayed at her house before we left, and we had real maple syrup on our cinnomon oatmeal pancakes - definitely got me in the spirit : ) |
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| The trail that had brought us up is used by farmers, who charge up it just to reach and tend to their crops - I can't even imagine. So no actual camping, we just made our own site on an abandoned plot. We spent the last hour of daylight scouring for firewood, hanging up hammocks and the tent, making a firepit and setting out dinner. It got chilly up there really quickly and the layers and blankets were piled on. |
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| Ahh, that'll do. The Cameroonian man who trecked up with us hung a hammock too, by nailing a sheet into two trees, at least 15 feet up...and slept there soundly all night! |
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| We didn't let anything keep us from enjoying what's important: Christmas spirit... |
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| ...complete with music... |
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| and good food! |
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| Staying cozy by the fire, but as soon as you turned your face away, the air was nippy - climates in Cameroon are surprising! One of our 25 tries to spell the town name, Belo - that E was not easy to capture!! We had a talented and patient amateur photographer amongst us, several of these pictures are his work. |
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| Christmas morning - hiked a nearbye hill to watch the sunrise after prying ourselves out of the pigpile of limbs and blankets we had formed in the one, one-person tent to keep warm! |
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| With some creastivity and an able photographer, we turned this setting... |
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| ...into shots like this! No phtoshop, just settings and a great angle (and great leap!) |
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| "I can see into the future, and 2012 is gonna be a big one!" |
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| "Last one to the top digs the latrine!" |