"When they get to Douala they'll be very tired"

I have a moment before my flight to send out one last blog entry. I'm back at the Baptist Rest House in Douala. The idea is to get into town plenty of time before the flight just in case there are traffic problems or breakdowns on the way from Bamenda. It is a nice place here to wait, a shady place to sit, overlooking the port and river, and with access to internet. On our way down we came up upon a bus with some pigs strapped to the roof. Now, this doesn't phase me too much, being that I grew up walking past a deer carcass hanging from the rafters in the garage every November (deer hunting season). The surprising thing was that as we neared the bus I noticed one of them move it's head. As we tried to pass at one point I heard them squeal. They are strapped to the top of the bus alive! There was a funny conversation in the car between our driver (Victor) and a missionary lady.

Lady: "Are they suffering?"
Victor: Nervous laughter "when they get
to Douala they will be very tired"
Lady: "When they get to Douala
are they going to get cut up and eaten?"
Victor: More nervous laughter