| After mile of driving through landscapes that produced not much more than yawns, we reached a place where the view made us sit up and pull out our cameras. Around us stood stony volcanic fingers - the foothills of the Mandara Mountains. Their tall, thin shapes rose abruptly and looked like chess pieces placed on the flat ground around Rhumsiki. We hiked 17 kilometers beside these dramatic shapes, passing small villages filled with kids eager to follow us around for a handout or just simple amusement --no electricity, plumbing, or any amenities keep them occupied in their huts.
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