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money saying, “It might come in handy” and I gave her a hug. At her front door, she took
my photo and then sent a copy to my parents. What a great lady.
Joe came to pick me up with his truck. Before we drove to his home to retrieve my
bike, I said good-bye to Daniel and Joanne. At Joe's home, we took pictures together with
hisdaughterandthenhetookmetotheroadthatledmeoutofthecity.Therewetookmore
photosandwesaidourlastgood-byes.HephotographedmecyclingsouthwardtoEbolowa
and just as Rosa did, he sent copies of these to my parents for Christmas 1992.
Luckily the road was hilly which took my attention away from my stomach pains
and onto the road. Since it was my first day back, I decided to call it a day when I arrived
at a small truckers' stop 118 kilometres south of Yaoundé. I found a cheap room and sat
down with the truckers for dinner. I went to bed by 8:30 p.m. and as I lay there, I thought
about my day as I wrote in my journal. It started on such an emotional and physical low
butbytheendoftheday,myspirits pickedup.OnceIfinishedwriting,Igotupandplaced
my journal in my handlebar bag. I noticed that the pain in my stomach subsided signific-
antly and upon my return to the bed I fell asleep rather quickly using my mosquito net as a
blanket.
Since the next day was Sunday, I started to cycle looking for a Catholic church en
route to celebrate mass. I eventually came upon a village whose mass began at 9:00 a.m.
What an exciting service! The music was up-tempo with a lot of dancing but at the same
time very solemn. The choir easily could have done a professional tour for they sang in in-
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