The Last Resort

After I completed the last of my medical exams and paperwork in the capitol, Yaounde, I headed out of the city to spend my last weekend in Cameroon at the beach.   

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Kribi is beautiful town, a  fishing village where in the late 1890s the German colonial government set up a port and a few administrative offices. 

You can see one of the German buildings from the fishing docks.

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Kribi has recently opened up to tourism.  About five years ago, the road from Yaounde and Douala was paved, and some oil rigs were put up off the coast to process the oil shipped down the pipeline from Chad. 

Before you could say Copacabana, a beach town sprung up complete with an homage to the icons of all beach bums worldwide, Bob Marley and Che Guevara.

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I stayed at a romantic little place right on the beach.  So romantic, in fact, that I felt really awkward being there by myself while clusters of young expats frolicked and lounged about with their beautiful friends and lovers.

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Still it was a beautiful place to watch the sunset.  I tried to think deep thoughts about my time in Cameroon and what I will do next, but insight evaded me.  So I watched the sun go down and the lights go on on the oil rigs off the coast.