trout, potatoes and whisky for breakfast

Cameroon, want breakfast.

Yes I said, and down to the lower garden in the little shed I had never been, and there on the dirt floor was a make-shift grill with trout over the coals. Next comes out the potaoes, new and freshly dug. Then a bag of salt and a bag of toasted corn. Breakfast strong enough to skip lunch , they tell me.

We ate and talked. They often ask me in Spanish, ¿Como esta in su tierra? How is it in your land. Tierra is a great word, Earth, soil, land. Then they asked what types of whisky I had in my land, I said we had many.

After eating, they asked if I wanted some cola, Yes please. Then I said this just needs some whisky, as a joke really. And there it was in my cup, half whisky half cola at ten in the morn.

Going back to work, my row of transplants swerved a bit, but otherwise it was great.