Where Is Cytheria Now?

February 9 February 8

Dear all,

present day bureaucracy on the bikes and meetings with missionaries and people passing through here to the attorney des missions. We get the call for boarding and a pick-up is to take us, we cross the harbor to the city and we get a big deposit. What a world port and an African port. Few formalities with a French manager who looks after us well maybe because we say we are friends Gianluca already phoned and explained everything. After the paperwork we prepare the motion, the positions of all pieces parts that we do not serve anyone and we did not use, we put ourselves above all ... the pack and say goodbye, we share a bit 'out of place, we no longer know what it means to travel by car. The helmets we give them two priests who use the bike a lot and we know Rene will deliver all the sisters think that the distribution of Mora.

In the afternoon after long talks with French priests and monks are we doing to bring the agency Maroc airline for the flight, everything ok, is confirmed and we are on the list, this piece seems to work well, we will check tomorrow night. What gives us the opportunity to travel to Douala on a machine that not even the worst junkyard car but dare call us anywhere in the chaos of the city. A bath of africa this too, yearn for a little 'freedom of movement but smile making comments between us and ripped an occasional comment from the driver locally.

Now we just have to wait, including swimming, lectures, meetings, etc. chapel. We collect memories and often find it hard to be alone. Dad could be already left foot, is not quite done for the African expectations but we laugh over. Dino law the guidance of Cameroon and laughs often commenting: "here say they never do as we did and they are right in what they write but ... it was great!" The head of the Dutch house has taken us into the good graces and often stops to chat with us, nice and simple shape that fits in a seaport so useful to the missionaries.

one small thing this morning after a good night we attended Mass in the chapel, there were about 150 people before going to work is the mass. Beautiful thing, all young adults. We hit the level of the people, very tall and come running into the car sign that they are officers or employees. Along with a fairly traditional church as we were told Southern Cameroons but certainly a church alive with animated voices in song very hot and very different from the north very poorest and where the song is actually just rhythm and dance. We welcome Rene

that tomorrow soon fall, too bad it only start, beautiful stretch of road made together. The last things we have left and a little 'money to buy a pagne (dress) for his wife. It must be good if you have a husband like that!

Now try to rest tomorrow is expected, if we go to market or enjoy the tranquility of the place. We forgot, Douala is one of the wettest cities in the world, ever temperature over 30 degrees with humidity rates consistently over 60 per cent. You sweat just to breathe ...

hug you all good night