We spent the day in the town of Akolalinga, visiting friends.  It was most interesting to observe the various languages flowing back and forth.  Our common language was French.  But at times our grasp of French broke down, and we reverted to English to ask for clarification.  While our friends are French speakers, at times their grasp of French broke down and they reverted to Bulu, their tribal language.  And right in the middle of the puddle was our assistant, who is fluent in Bulu, French, English, with a couple of other languages thrown in for good measure.  He's worth his weight in gold, for that and a whole lot of other reasons.  So with lots of switching of languages, we managed to communicate and have a grand time together.  They had been to visit us on numerous occasions.  Most recently for my 70th birthday party.  But this was the first we had gone to their town to visit them.  They fed us a delicious meal of catfish and boiled plantains.  What a special day it has been.