The Fun of IST – Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Inter-Service Training (IST) was… an interesting time. As a result of our initial training being
shorter than normal, our IST was longer – two weeks instead of one. Unfortunately, they had to do it with the
same amount of money. This meant that
instead of having it in Kribi or Limbé, the beautiful beach towns that Cameroon has
and where the last few ISTs have been held, we had it in Mbalmayo. Mbalmayo wasn’t a bad place, but I would
never just go there to see it. Luckily,
we did find a couple of good bars, including one called The Goblet that had
draft beers and beer towers. That
discovery led to some crazy nights.
During IST we also played a bunch of games. Capture the Flag was set up a few times, and
led to some pretty good injuries. I
personally fell onto some concrete scraping up my knees while chasing
someone. Those cuts are just now almost
healed, almost a month later. The
problem was that every time I rode a bus I was so squished in that my knees were
always pushed into the seat in front of me, reopening the cuts.
I also organized a game of Sock Assassins, something I
played freshmen year of college.
Everyone who wanted to play got the name of someone else, who they have
to kill by hitting them with a sock. After
that, they would take the name the person they killed had, going until there
was one left. There were a few
safe-zones like the lunchroom, your room, or during meetings, but other than
that you were fair game. It was fun to
watch the chases happen in between meetings, though there were some pretty
substantial falls.
Other than the games, it was awesome to be with everyone
from training. After a few months it was
great to see some of the people I never get to.
Even people that I didn’t hang out with a lot before I started to get to
know better. We were also able to go to
the bar most nights. Even though we
weren’t in Kribi we still made the most of it.
A bunch of us ended up going to Kribi for a few days after
anyways. I ended up staying two and had
an amazing time. It was such a stark
difference from my normal life here, just sitting on the beach, having a beer,
and relaxing. I ended up buying some
souvenirs too – a couple of oil paintings of Cameroonian scenes and a couple of
small statues made from hippo bone. They
are supposed to help your joints if you shake them up. A buddy and I ended up swimming out to this
distant rock and we got a lot of great food while we were there too.
After that I went with a couple of friends through Douala,
which looked like a pretty gross city from the part I saw, up to Bamenda, the
capital of the Northwest. It is an
Anglophone area, and it was pretty weird speaking to Cameroonians in English, I
kept accidentally switching back to French.
I bought another souvenir there – an elephant mask. I really like Bamenda, one of my favorite
cities I’ve been to in Cameroon. I had a
great time with some friends out there, then went to the post of one of them
about 40 minutes away. We went to this
orphanage while I was there to check it out.
After that I headed to Mbuda in the West region, about
midway between Bamenda and the capital of the West, Bafoussam. A couple of friends of mine live there and I
went to Women’s Day there, which was a lot of fun. The next day I went and saw a museum and a
monastery that made it’s own yogurt.
Probably the best yogurt I’ve ever had.
I was going to head to Bafoussam then before heading back to
Yaounde, but I got a really lucky break.
We were trying to flag down a bush taxi, and a really nice SUV pulled
over. The guy ended up being someone who
was trying to get elected to the National Youth Council, was heading through
Bafoussam, and would have no problem giving us a ride. When we got to Bafoussam I asked if he was
staying, he said no he was going to Yaounde.
Long story short, he gave me a ride all of the way there for free, right
up to the case door. It was amazing,
probably saved me a day and 7 mil CFA worth of travel. I’ll cover more next time – I still have
about 3 weeks of catching up to do.
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