On my next-to-last day in Montpellier, I stopped to buy a henna tattoo on the street on my way toward the bus station. While he was drawing on my hand, the tattoo guy spoke very passionately about his homeland in Cameroon. He said things were more real, and that people weren’t as motivated by money and tourism and that the people’s motives and ambitions were more pure. I got so sucked into what he was saying that I almost missed my bus and swore to make it to Cameroon someday.