If you ever go on a trip with Roy Danforth, you can count on having trees or fruit or seeds in your car, plane, or bicycle. This return trip to Gamboula was no exception. He gathered all his plants together, and the morning of our departure, he, with the “help” of our youngest granddaughter Emrie, rinsed the soil off the roots of each plant and placed them in plastic bags inside a plastic footlocker/trunk. Some of these plants had been sent from Florida a couple days earlier, some he had brought from California with him, also a couple of days earlier. We labelled the trunk and locked it, praying that the live plants would still be alive when we arrived on the other side of the ocean. As soon as we got to Yaoundé, he opened the trunk and set all the plants up so they could have air, but left them with their roots in the bags. Then upon arrival at Gamboula, his very first task, after greeting friends and unloading the truck, was to get all the plants into soil and watered. 
As of today, more than two weeks later, all his plants are still alive.
