Hey you Steemians,
I have to tell you a story!
A very mystic one.
It's about Lac Tizon - the Mystic Crater Lake near Ngaoundéré, North Cameroon.
I have visited this beautiful, very special, magical lake a couple of times and every time it appeared in another light, in another mood and, from the beginning, I was captivated by its magic, by its strength and energetic power.
The picture on top, I shot on the morning we slept in the round hut on the hill side, after an incredible spooky night, when the lake fairies came out, to spook around.
I don't know what exactly it was, but it was very real and mystical.
But let me start at the beginning.
As I told in another post Peanut Soup and Doughnuts, we had doughnuts and peanut soup for breakfast at the Bamyanga market corner, before we set of on our trip for Lac Tizon and Chute de la Vina.
With our scarcely packed back-packs, Alim, Hairou and I walked through the little couloirs, the tiny corridors of Bamyanga, an outer quarter of Ngaoundéré, to take some pictures of the early market hours.
Where we saw
Women carrying leafy greens on their heads
Boys carrying leafy greens on their heads
The pills dust bins, where the western phramceutics sell their outsourced pills, for 'special prices' to nescient buyers. (I don't want to interrupt the narrative flow here, so lets leave this sad topic for another post.)
When we left the city it gets very green and there are lots of fields and 'farms', where the locals plant and harvest their crops to sell them on the markets. Ahead you see already the mountain side of Lac Tizon, the Crater Lake in the hills.
When we got of the road we met some cattle, chilling under an orchard of mango trees.
And the herdsman, who was milking the cows.
The calves only got what was left for them, after the milker taped off the best part. (You notice the implication: we humans are the only species that drink other mammals milk; absurd)
They had to wait for their turn, being strung on a stick, so they don't interrupt the milking.
Alim wanted to taste the fresh molken milk.
Here he is with the bowl at his jaw.
We don't know for sure, but I think that's the means of transport with which the herdsman was going to get his milk to the local dairy stores.
So in the end we arrived at the lake, at daytime, when the lake presented itself harmless and in bright colors.
Hairou, the politician, was as always debating a lot, but as you see, Alim didn't take any notice and was relaxing in the chilling aura of the lake.
After a break we had to leave again, because our destination for the day was Chute de la Vina the waterfall, where the Vina falls ten meters downhill.
This is the view from Lac Tizon into the country.
This view is in direction to Nganha, the ancestral seat of the Mbum, the culture and language, for which I was out there to study. To climb the big mountain is still on the agenda, but I only got there to walk around the smaller one in the left of the picture, and to meet the Gangaluku, the chief of the Mbum, also the father of one of my main consultants.
We arrived at the waterfall, 'caught some fish', left Hairou, who didn't want to walk the whole way back. But finally, in the evening, Alim and I got back to Lac Tizon, where we slept at this magical place and had a close encounter of the third kind.
There is so much more to tell you, but I'm afraid, you'll have to wait for my next post on this topic.
Lac Tizon Part Two
"Remember what Bilbo used to say: It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
In this spirit
Stay Steemed!
Love, Unity & Abundance
Holger