In Douala, the luggage did not arrive when I had to switch to Ethiopian Airlines. This switch was made after I had already paid my excess baggage fee to Continental Airlines. Now Ethiopian Airlines wanted to be paid again or they would not put my luggage onto the convey belt.... not much I could do.
I was greeted enthusiastically upon arrival. We proceeded to Bonaber to board the night bus to Bamenda. The carry on luggage I had with me worried me because even though it would fit in the overhead compartment of an airline, it did not fit into the overhead of an African bus. I had to put it under the bus with all the yams, bananas, chickens, and so forth, but I was reassured that no one steals luggage... well, there is always a first.
I arrived Bamenda with even less to carry. My luggage was stolen. A stop over at the police station to report the theft put us late onto the bus to Wum. My Cameroonian collaborator was correct, the horrible 35 mile trip that used to take 5 to 6 hours was reduced to 3, because the pot hole road had been graded and made wider and flatter.
In Wum we took a 30 to 40 minute motorbike ride to Weh. No one here knew I was coming, we used to have a sewing machine project in this village which we eventually turned over to the women of the village altogether. I was greeted warmly with hugs, beer, and food.
The road commissioner from Esu, our final destination, visited Weh and offered us a ride in his car. Half way there the car stalled and the engine would not start. They pushed the car - without light in the pitch dark, not seeing a thing, they rolled the car into the ditch.... I jumped out fearing for my life. Esu and the North West Region is volcanic with beautiful mountain landscapes.... we made it to Esu. The men, most of them already drunk, invited us for more beer and then we walked in the dark to a compound and in the dim light of a kerosene lamp I saw five pairs of eyes staring at me.... no water, no light, no bathroom, or any privacy, a room everyone moved in and out. I have seen a lot, but this was past my comfort zone.
The highlight of the three days, which I shortened to two, was the Fon of Esu. Fons are the rulers, kings, traditional everything, and very revered by their respective subjects. This Fon was different. Not raised to become a Fon and young in age when he became Fon only two years ago; he is a man seriously concerned about bringing change and improvement to his people.
At the end of the day, what counts is the patients are getting the drugs and care they need. As of now in Esu the answer to the question for adequat care is a resounding NO.