The novelty of driving in Yaoundé is quickly wearing off. I am tired of taxi drivers turning in front of me when I have the right of way. I am tired of them cruising the streets then suddenly stopping to pick up a passenger without any signal. Each trip on the streets feel like Russian roulette.
I find out who of the local counterparts are assigned to work with me. I have a communications person and his secretary. I will have to mold them into cholera experts in 2 days. Med school distilled into 6 hours!
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