December 10th or a new friend

Today I started my solo travels. In Bamenda I waited long until the bus finally filled up. I have to admit I did feel a little more uncomfortable alone than being two of us. Because people harassed me even more sometimes. Finally we started. I again had to fold into my travelsize self again. It was very bumpy and very cosy. After a while I got into a conversation with the girl sitting next to me. She offered me crickets I offered her cookies. Once I told here I was travelling solo she was shocked. For one she could not grasp the idea of really travelling- just taking the bus anywhere and staying, visiting. Here everyone has a destination I feel. People only travel for work, school, to visit someone. And also the idea of being alone. "That's so dangerous." She said. "Why?" I asked. "Ta peau est blanche." "Your skin is white" she answered. 

Sad, but there it was again.

Apparently worried she asked me if she could accompany me. Of course! I was actually really happy because there were not many taxis around to ask for a hotel and I'd rather take recommendations from my new friend than from moto drivers. She helped me find a decent room and later showed me around town and invited me to dinner. What a lucky coincidence to have met her. I love travelling like That, meeting locals, visiting places tourists don't know about, seeing what the place is really like.