Setting Out I arrived in Cameroon and set out to fi nd Lake Edib. It took me fi ve days. T e fi rst three days were spent on a motorcycle-taxi. I arrived at the small village of Muambong. It was my last chance to buy supplies, hire a guide, and have a hot meal. My guide was a young man. He


insisted I call him Star Boy. Together, we made plans for the journey ahead.


T at night, the village’s chief invited


me for a feast. We ate the tribe’s most popular meal. It is called Mpoop. It’s made by mixing plantain fl our with tadpoles. T e mixture is pounded into a paste. T en it’s wrapped in a leaf. It’s steamed until it turns into a pudding-like ball. I’ve eaten a lot of weird stuff in my life. T is may have been the strangest.


Two of Cameroon's crater lakes lay side by side.


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