I left you in the middle seat, about to land in Douala. Now, Douala is not the most picturesque airport. I would show you, but taking pictures in and around the airport isn't advised.
I deplaned and went to show my visa and my passport. As I stepped off the plane, the stifling heat, combined with the extremely high humidity, made me pause. Were people actually able to breathe, walk, and talk at the same time?
I walked down the hallway leading to customs and baggage claim. The walls were cement, and the windows, well, they weren't really windows. They were huge window-shaped holes with no glass and no screen.