The taxi rides are some of the more interesting events that happen in this country. I thought that the banana cab, and the crazy cabbie, were probably un-topable. However, when Mary and I left for Bamenda yesterday afternoon, I don’t think we could have guessed our soon-to-be cab mates. At first it was us, and a woman with a small baby. Cute. After about 10 minutes, though, we stopped next to a farm where there were three live, hog-tied hogs by the side of the road. I would guess their weights at about 80 pounds each, more or less. We were in a compact Toyota hatchback at the time, and I was skeptical that our porcine friends could hitch a ride—oh naïve American. I now know that three fully grown live hogs can be stacked in the trunk of a Toyota. To make the ride more comfortable, you simply place a piece of carpet over the writhing pigs, and then cram luggage on top of that. Yes, there was still the occasional angry snout that stuck out when we went over a speed bump. And, yes, hogs have several opinions which they share loudly and often, but never again will I doubt the superior cargo space and smooth ride of a Toyota.
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