the Not Johnny Clegg Story of Travel In Africa
We climbed quickly into the air and escaped the clutches of Kinshasa below us, with Brazza rapidly fading behind us too as we headed towards Douala and sanity. It’s a relatively short flight, across Congo-Brazza, Gabon, and I would imagine Equatorial Guinea, before getting to Cameroon. There was the odd bit of turbulence as we flew into the darkness of a tropical night, the sun setting very quickly in Africa, no dilly-dallying like in Europe. We were to transfer from the international side to the domestic side and get a flight to Yaoundé from there, with our host Eric, who would provide our visas on arrival. Douala soon appeared on the horizon, lights flickering in the distance, a reassuring sign that we were on track. Then they disappeared. Just for a couple of minutes, then reappeared. If we’re being blocked by mountains, I thought, we’re pretty fucking low to the ground. But the lights were well below us – it was just a normal night of patchy electricity, with generators kicking in whenever the power failed. Which was often.
We landed without problems and soon made our way into the arrivals hall. Rob and his Gabonese business partner rounded us up, including a young woman from South Africa’s tourism board, who spoke fluent French, having grown up in exile in Paris and attended a swanky school there, she told me. Several times. Where was Eric? We needed our visas and clearance to get to the domestic flight. Turns out his flight from Yaoundé had been cancelled due to bad weather. No visas, no entry. No power, no lights. And every time the lights came back on, the South Africans were clear to everyone – diving on their luggage to make sure nobody stole it in the dark. For shame! After a couple of hours of hanging around the humid arrivals desk, our Gabonese colleague arguing with the officials in a combination of French and English, with a few choice Zulu and Afrikaans swearwords thrown in, had managed to get us out of the airport and off to a hotel for the night, our connecting flight having long since departed. Only problem, we had to leave our passports behind.
We headed to the Akwa Palace Hotel, not too far away and close to the Wouri River, where logs were floated down from the interior, destined mainly for China. It was late by now and everything was closed. Our host managed to get a chef and waitress to serve us dinner. “Just remember – everything makes you sick, so stick to overcooked chicken!” Rob hissed in my ear. I looked at the menu, and asked the waitress what she’d recommend. “The ndolé! It’s delicious!” was the immediate, infectious response. I was sold. It’s basically a wild spinach that is cooked in a variety of different ways depending on location and culture. Mine came with chillies, shrimp and peanuts. It was superb. I got lost in the tastes as Rob was demanding sauce to make his overcooked chicken palatable. He lathered it on the leathery fowl and launched into it, before lunging for a beer and gulping it down as the piri-piri sauce caught his throat. Once he’d stopped choking, he shut up for a bit. What a win!
Before dawn the next morning we got into our air-conditioned 4×4 and started the five hour, 230km trip to Yaoundé, Cameroon’s capital city. We’d arrived about two weeks before the elections, held faithfully every seven years by incumbent Paul Biya in the solid knowledge that they’re rigged in his favour and France prefers him in power to the unknown*. What it did mean, though, was that as we traversed the countryside, we hit army roadblocks every 20 or 30 kilometres. The process was simple: the driver drove as fast as he could through the winding roads of the forest and open grasslands, overtaking massive logging trucks and petrol hauliers without much thought for what may be coming the other way, at equally breakneck speed; hooting at everything in sight, through small villages with timber houses, some painted brightly, others not, scattering chickens, children and goats as he went. As the rudimentary roadblocks loomed – a plank with nine-inch nails facing upwards and soldiers with AK-47s manning them in case you decide to skip them – he would swear, screech to a halt and put his subservient smiley face on. Because we didn’t have our passports back yet. No sweat, he calmly gave his identity card and a wad of cash at each stop and we were on our way again. In retrospect, we were beyond lucky that we weren’t locked up for days or weeks on end while the issue was sorted out, but yours truly was filled with the bonhomie of a man released from the shame of apartheid, and faith in the humanity of all people. Basically, a naïve idiot. But it was this trip, careening through the rainforests, our driver and minder** regaling stories of Roger Milla and other football heroes, the forests flying by with stunning majesty, smells, sounds and lighting, with Manu Dibango, Salif Keita and Youssou N’Dour for company, that cemented my love for the continent, my people and its music. I can still smell those rainforests whenever I hear that music. I can still recall the arguments about which of the Biyiks was the better footballer. Magical.
We arrived in Yaoundé just before 9 am, so just in time for the start of the main conference to cement ties between South Africa and Cameroon. We sat at the podium, with yours truly to do the introductory speech, much to my horror. We waited patiently for the local dignitaries to arrive. Then took a coffee break at 10am. By 11am, when the local governor and minister of trade had decided which of them would enter last to the greater fanfare, we got underway. Sort of. We had to wait for the TV crews to get back from their own break and then repeat the sweeping entrances and ovations. That done, brief introductory speeches out of the way, it was time for lunch.***
Host Eric was in fine fettle by now, with coverage on national television assured, and took us to an ‘eco-lodge’ for lunch. It was a beautiful wooden house perched on top of a hill looking across tropical forests as far as the eye could see. It was built from the trees that once inhabited the hill and the now lack of vegetation was creating serious erosion, which the owner, who wanted to build another twenty of them on the hills around there, seemed oblivious to. Lunch was great though – donkey, pork and goat meat skewers presented on a grooved wooden platter with different spices in each groove. You rolled your skewer in whichever one you wanted, and they then grilled it for you. Served with deep-fried plantains, now a firm favourite of mine and washed down with a small 33 Export. Back to the hotel just in time for the coffee break.
By this stage, trouble was brewing in paradise, with Rob and his sidekick demanding our passports back and accusing Eric of effectively holding us hostage. Eric was incensed, accusing them of wanting a free trip that they were simply using for their own business. I stayed out of it, figuring that he who holds the passport is king. And he also had my plane ticket. The afternoon flew past, with recriminations replaced by reconciliations and renewed animosity by turn, but I was meeting with great people, many of whom were interested in sending their kids to South African universities. I was happy to oblige, having recently been at one and helped them with entrance requirements on return.
Eric then introduced me to a good friend of his – the CEO of the local branch of one of the world’s largest tobacco companies. We were soon off to his aunt’s fantastic restaurant* for dinner, with a bunch of South African Air Force pilots for company as well. They were training the Cameroon Air Force, but seldom got into the skies because of the weather, so spent most of their time drinking in the hotel. And then being grounded because they weren’t in any condition to fly. Dinner was sublime, again, with a variety of seafood, meats, vegetables and casava concoctions that I can’t remember the names of. The rest of the week followed a fairly similar pattern of torturous Cameroonian hierarchy politics, wasted time, great meetings, better food and excellent company. Time to head back to Douala and the final leg of our journey – still (worryingly) no passports in sight.
*Sorry Flair, that was the distinct impression given to us at the time, and it persists today!
**We imagined he was just there to keep us safe from harm, but was in fact Secret Service assigned to us to make sure we weren’t spying on the elections, we found out much later.
***I think you’re getting to understand that I’m a victim of largesse in all of this and lunches were thrust one me at an early age.
As digested by Deebee7
Onna telly this week
Friday 30th April
| Leicester v Ulster | 20:00 | BT Sport 2 |
| France v England (women) | 20:00 | BBC iPlayer/Red Button |
Saturday 1st May
| Stormers v Sharks | 13:00 | Premier Sports 2 |
| Toulouse v Bordeaux | 15:00 | Channel 4 / BT Sport 3 |
| Bulls v Lions | 18:00 | Premier Sports 1 |
| Bath v Montpellier | 20:00 | BT Sport 2 |
Sunday 2nd May
| La Rochelle v Leinster | 15:00 | BT Sport 2 |
Ovally Balls 
I remember the 2009 (I think?) lions announcement, and making a joke about Matt Stevens being picked. And then he was. Think I’ll avoid the jests this time.
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Billy 12trees still plays.
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CMW, UCC playing at 12 BST.
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I assume it was all in the aftermath of this which of course makes it understandable.
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Thanks Chimpie, I’ll tune in to that instead of boring Gatland.
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Neil Back to come out of retirement (again) for one last hurrah. Class is permanent after all.
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@TomP – I’ll try to catch Sharma’s innings, but really I should be sanding walls.
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Nic Groom joins Nick Phipps in the London Irish squad.
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What do we know about Brno Rangers?
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Edinburgh Rugby team to play Glasgow Warriors at Scotstoun Stadium
1872 Cup, Guinness PRO14 Rainbow Cup, Friday 7 May (kick-off 8.15pm) – live on Premier Sports
15. Damien Hoyland (83)
14. Eroni Sau (23)
13. Mark Bennett (53)
12. George Taylor (34)
11. Duhan van der Merwe (65)
10. Nathan Chamberlain (8)
9. Henry Pyrgos (49)
1. Pierre Schoeman CO-CAPTAIN (61)
2. David Cherry (34)
3. WP Nel (153)
4. Jamie Hodgson (20)
5. Grant Gilchrist CO-CAPTAIN (158)
6. Jamie Ritchie (74)
7. Luke Crosbie (55)
8. Viliame Mata (87)
Substitutes:
16. Stuart McInally (151)
17. Boan Venter (5)
18.Lee-Roy Atalifo (9)
19. Marshall Sykes (4)
20. Mesu Kunavula (9)
21. Charlie Shiel (33)
22. Charlie Savala (1)
23. James Johnstone (62)
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Glasgow, AKA the ‘losers’
1. Oli Kebble (57)
2. Fraser Brown (106)
3. Zander Fagerson (99)
4. Rob Harley (248)
5. Scott Cummings (75)
6. Fotu Lokotui (11)
7. Thomas Gordon (34)
8. Ryan Wilson (C) (188)
9. Ali Price (95)
10. Ross Thompson (10)
11. Kyle Steyn (27)
12. Stafford McDowall (24)
13. Nick Grigg (87)
14. Ratu Tagive (22)
15. Cole Forbes (3)
16. George Turner (58)
17. Tom Lambert (1)
18. Enrique Pieretto (16)
19. Richie Gray (59)
20. Kiran McDonald (33)
21. George Horne (63)
22. Pete Horne (180)
23. Niko Matawalu (136)
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That’s the important stuff over for the day.
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UCC in the field so Sharma’s up against Gatz later.
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CMW, not much. They’re one of the better sides in the tournament, favourites for this one.
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They’re all favourites against UCC.
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They seem to have some Saffers (boo!). Poor over from our best bowler first up.
Great piece of commentary: “I remember Ali from last year, he was the guy who would quite often say he was coming to the ground and then not turn up.”
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The opener Steyn’s a Kiwi.
The fielding needs some work ons, as the youth put it.
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Chimpie, jest forth, the Boks need all the help they can get.
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Steyn looks good, couldn’t afford to drop him really, never mind.
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Bryan Habana says the Boks will be ready, we don’t need any luck. Guess he hasn’t looked past the wings to see if maybe there’s an injury crisis or two unfolding.
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Hoffman’s a very nice guy and quite a good player.
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Just turned on the telly and saw Jason Robinson with the captions “Lions squad announcement”. I was momentarily surprised
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Got a wicket, but it’s hard not to feel that the batsmen so far are a different level of cricketer to my lot. They can run one to every UCC fielder for starters.
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Still better than Daly I suspect.
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Jeez gerronwithit
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The CGI on this Lions squad announcement reminds me of the Star Wars prequels.
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Super Sharma.
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@cmw
You’ll appreciate this clip from the weekend.
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UCC fielding improving.
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Many congrats to AWJ, terrific player.
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AWJ is skipper!
Oh, that wasn’t the bolter then?
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Steyn’s gone, but his running between the wickets was probably worth at least ten runs and he played some good shots so has probably won the game.
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Nawab bowled really well, could have kept us in it though I doubt it.
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Enough of the waffle ffs
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I’m rather enjoying the cricket updates, Chimpie.
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Some interesting picks in the backs
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Good over from Baghel too, a couple of overthrows mean the target is 80 which I guess gives UCC some sort of chance of their first ever win.
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Sam Simmonds!!!
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Think they got the wrong Johnny from Exeter. No way should Hill be going.
8 Scots though, surprised by some of the names.
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Good for him.
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From the Graun:
A squad of 37 is named – as follows:
Backs: Josh Adams, Bundee Aki, Dan Biggar, Elliot Daly, Gareth Davies, Owen Farrell, Chris Harris, Robbie Henshaw, Stuart Hogg, Conor Murray, Ali Price, Lewis Rees-Zammit, Finn Russell, Duhan van der Merwe, Anthony Watson, Liam Williams.
Forwards: Tadhg Beirne, Jack Conan, Luke Cowan-Dickie, Tom Curry, Zander Fagerson, Taulupe Faletau, Tadhg Furlong, Jamie George, Iain Henderson, Jonny Hill, Maro Itoje, Alun Wyn Jones (capt.), Wyn Jones, Courtney Lawes, Ken Owens, Andrew Porter, Sam Simmonds, Rory Sutherland, Justin Tipuric, Mako Vunipola, Hamish Watson.
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No George Ford or Sexton in the squad. I suppose the real bolter from the Graun selection is Lewis Rees-Zammit, the 16 year-old cousin of Louis.
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No Danny Care.
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No Thomas Waldrom.
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11 English
10 Welsh
8 Irish
8 Scots.
Fairly even mix. Vunipola and Daly fortunate for me. Sexton unlucky with his injuries.
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Lowest finishers in the 6N gets the greatest proportion of players. 8 scots (bit of a surprise TBH).
There’ll be something there to annoy everyone. Good stuff.
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Vunipola and Daly fortunate for me.
Definately. Very much reputation picks
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Aki & Hill a bit surprising, especially given the other lock options (for Hill) .
Lawes a good player but again a bit of a reputation pick.
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3/16 backs are from England and 8/21 forwards.
There’s a message there for Eddie I think.
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No James Ryan either. Shame for him.
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