Hello from Africa. We have already left unpleasant and unfriendly Nigeria. We have crossed the frontiers to Cameroon near a village of  Ekok. It is the southernmost situated frontier to Cameroon. The tarmac road ended and we  found ourselves on a  muddy road that was leading into the a mountain town of  Bamenda, 200km far from the place where we was. We couln´t drive fast so we went approximately 30 km per hour. However we enjoyed the view of  beautiful surrounding  rainforests.
After first 10 km we helped a driver pull his sunken car out of a ditch. The driver had tried to sheer away but he hadn´t  managed it and he had sunk.
It was getting dark so we tried to look for a glade where to stay overnight. We went downhill, there was an overturned lorry on the road.  We passed it with difficulty and we went on.  Unfortunately next dowhill run was fateful for our car. There was a  deep mud and there  were
very  deep ditches on both sides of the road. The right side of  our toyota slided into a  ditch. The right wheel dissapeared in mud.  The four-wheel drive was useless and we sank. Thanks God we had a rope drum in the  front bumper, with its help we pulled our car out.  Our car and we both were covered with mud. It was dark when we arrived to an  aboriginal village and we asked where to find a chieftain´s hut. The chieftain allowed us to park on the local football field. We parked our car and went to bed. The whole village came to see us.
Cameroon is famous for its good football. It is supported by the government, every village has its own  football field. There are grass places with bamboo goals on both ends. All small and bigger boys play football there. Football is very popular here. They know almost all world  football clubs  including some Czech football players.
We were ready for such a situation that´s why we brought an older soccer ball with us, world-famous brand of course.We gave it to the local football team. They were so pleased that  next day they started to play football early in the morning at 6.00 a. m.
When we departed from the town  the whole football team came to say goodbye, also a few villagers came.
We continued our journey through the forest toward Bamenda. There was a tarmac road here and there made by a Chinese building company. The company had its seat and lorries parking place just a few kilometres in front of Bamenda.. The town of  Bamenda was located among hills ( 1300 above the sea level) and the temperature was about 18°C. It was a pleasant change after the hot weather.
On the way from Bamenda the road was veiled into  thick mist and heavy rain. The humidity was extremely high. It was cloudy, rainy and the sun was hiding somewhere.
We continued our journey toward the capital city Yaounde where we stayed in a former Presbitarian mission. We met Karlheinz from South Africa there. He had set off a few weeks ago, he had been travelling from South Africa (where he lived) along the east coast to his homeland Germany. After Germany visit he would go back to South Africa but he would travel along the west coast of Africa. Karlheinz travelled alone, he was kind and very cheerful guy. We had a lot of fun with him. We hadn´t noticed two motorbikes with English signplates. They parked next to the mission house. The motorbikes belonged to an English couple Isabel and Adrian. They were from London and they were travelling to South Africa as well. We were glad to meet such friendly travellers to change the information and our experiences. We were sitting at the table and talking about our journeys. Suddenly an old Land rover appeared on the way near the mission. It parked next to our cars. It was another couple Glen and Claire, he was from Canada, she was from England. Both travelling from South Africa. They built a tent and came to join us. They were travelling the opposite way so they were going back from South Africa to Europe. Claire was planning to return home to England and Glen would travel back to South Africa along the east coast. It was really an interantional meeting of travellers there J . And it wasn´t the end. After an hour another Land Rover from Luxemburg joined us. The crew was Constanze and Georges, both very friendly and kind people. They had been travelling for a very long time. They had set off in 2009. First they had travelled by boat from Europe  to Canada. Then theyhad  travelled through Canada and North America to Buenos Aires, where they had boarded  their car and they had sailed to Dakar ( Senegal). They were going around  Africa the same way as we do now.  We were curious about their experiences. We got very useful information from them. We were talking till early morning and went to bed very late. Next day we started to dispose the visa to other countries. Before we got the visa we had spent a few days travelling across south west of Cameroon.

At last we had all the visas and we could  set off again.  We left Cameroon and entered the frontier to Gabon and we were reaching Librevil (the capital city). During our journey we crossed the equator and we left the northern hemisphere. When we arrived to Librevil we tried to get our visas to Angola, but the embassy was closed. On the way from Librevil we had met a French guy. We had offered him our help because his car had been broken. As return for our help he invited us to an inaccesssible part of the coast that was officially closed by Gabon government.  We found ourselves on a beautiful virgin coast with sandy beaches and mangroves. We spent a few days there. We were completely alone there, the Frech guy left and let us stay in his tribal hut.  The French guy belonged to a group of  French scientists, who did  mangroves research in this area. It was amazingly beautiful place. We were astonished.
From Librevil we were heading the town of  Lambaréne, the place famous for its first African hospital founded by  Dr. Albert Schweitzer . We went sightseeing and we visited museum. It was exciting, we enjoyed it very much. We  left Lambaréne and the asphalt road changed into a dusty one. It took a few days to get to Congo frontier. When we arrived to Congo we said goodbye to good roads. There was nothing but totaly destroyed road. We slowed down. We were driving 20-30 km per hour. The drought period had begun in Congo so we didn´t have to fight mud. We had to drive more than  700 km to reach another asphalt road.  After three days our dirty, dusty toyota drove on an asphalt road. Hooray!
(We fell in love with asphalst roads ).There were only 60km left and we came to the capital city  Brazavil.
We are staying in a famous Hippocamp now. It is one of many African places where travellers from all over the world meet together. We are completely alone here. There were many travellers´names in the guest book who had travelled across the country. We are facing a big problem. We need to get to  Democratic Republic of Congo but the large river Congo stopped our journey. We have to wait for a ferry. However the ferry engine doesn´t work, it is broken down. It will probably work on Monday but who knows? It seems we don´t have any other possibility. The nearest bridge is  about  700 km far from here and we will have to go 600 km through the jungle. We will see what comes next, it will be a surprise. We will get you know in the next article.
Best regards from Congo.
Milan and Šárka.