Ellen made us some delicious egg spaghetti for breakfast. Yes, it really is spaghetti with scrambled eggs in it, with some tomatoes, peppers, and various other spices thrown in as well. I had never heard of it before, but it was pretty amazing. Don’t think we’re in any more danger of starving here than we were in Ghana. It was a down day in terms of ministry. All of the girls were getting a little low on laundry, so Elly and Heather graciously volunteered to do laundry while Joy and I went into town with Ellen. It was very gracious of them, because Ellen just moved into a new house and it does not have a washing machine yet. So, washing by hand was the chore of the day. They did take a break in the middle of the day and then the Bachmans came over later and helped finish it up.
Ellen, Joy, and I ran several errands in town. We started out looking for some things in hardware stores, but quickly discovered they were all closed for their mid-day lunch and rest. So we went to lunch too. We met up with the guys and some of the missionaries who were in our part of town to work on the Loeschers’ new house. Handily enough, the restaurant we were at had football on! (Or soccer for you Americans) Somehow, there was less conversation at lunch then normal. Now there’s an interesting correlation for you… We got to watch almost the whole game of France vs. Brazil as a result of African restaurant culture. They don’t make anything until you order it. Literally, they have nothing prepared until you tell them to. It’s not too surprising, as they don’t get tons of customers, so they don’t want to make too much food. Still, don’t go expecting fast food! We arrived less than ten minutes into the game and watched almost to stoppage time.
Next, we went to the Bafoussam market. Compared to Wa market, it was very nice. It was huge, with clearly defined and parallel “aisles”. We went to the fabric strip to look for some fabric to make curtains for Ellen and a little to make dresses for the Bachman girls’ dolls. Despite seeing over 50 vendors, Ellen didn’t find anything she liked and we couldn’t find small enough pieces of fabric for doll dresses. All of the African print sellers would not sell less than 6 meters at a time, and dolls certainly do not need that much. But Ellen remembered she had some scraps left at her house, so the doll dress idea was not lost. Joy worked in the costume room during her undergrad years, so all sewing expertise on the team belongs to her, and she came up with the idea for the Bachman girls. We wandered around a bit after that and Ellen picked up a few odds and ends for the house. One lady did ask Ellen if I would marry the lady’s son. Unfortunately, since it was in French we didn’t realize that was what had happened until afterwards, so Joy and I didn’t get a chance to ask how many cows/goats/sheep/chickens were involved in this offer. Oh well. Doubt the price would have been right anyhow. Anyways, after we left the market, we stopped at a few more stores, including the hardware stores again, and picked up a couple more things. We met up with the people working on the Loeschers’ new house again at the grocery store and convinced one of the missionary girls, who is a rising senior in high school, to stay the night with us at Ellen’s. We had a good dinner and headed to bed after packing to travel to Mbingo in the morning.