Saturday Sunday Monday
It took two hours to get to town today. I was waiting at the junction for a tro-tro for an hour. Martin showed up, trying the same thing. I was about to give up and go back home and work there when a car pulled up and a man I didn't recognize got out and started talking to me. It turned out I met him at the funeral I went to my first week here. So we got a ride into town.
Yesterday afternoon I was sitting at Bon Appetit with several somewhat-drunk Ghanaians. I guess that isn’t too weird, except for the fact that it was Sunday and they were coming from a funeral. There was a big funeral across the road from Bon Appetit, so there were lots of people staying at Bon Appetit (it’s a small guesthouse) and funerals here are pretty lively. People love funerals—seriously. They happen every weekend here, always on Saturdays, but they often drag into Sunday and even Monday.
On Saturday, it took us close to three hours to get home from the office. We couldn’t find a tro-tro to Kwamo from town, so we went to the university. Traffic was bad getting there. And once we were there, it was impossible to find a tro-tro to Kwamo. We waited for over an hour, before I finally caved and paid for a dropping taxi. It didn’t end up being too much more because we arranged it with two other people, so we each paid about 6000 cedis (80 cents) instead of the usual 2000. Traffic was so bad coming home that I couldn’t meet up with the Peace Corps guys as planned, which is too bad.
The reason for all the traffic was that this is the last weekend to have funerals before Christmas. So EVERYONE was traveling. I’ll remind everyone here that we live no more than 20 km from the office. And it took almost three hours to get home.
On Sunday, I met Martin for one last lunch. He’s going back to the UK next week for good, which is too bad, as he was great company. That was a bit of a downer. Then I went to Bon Appetit for a bit, before heading into town to go to this outdoor bar/nightclub. It was good fun and I realized that as excited as I am to be going home, it’s pretty damn nice here. Sitting outside on a nice warm evening with a cold beer and good music blasting (in a language I can’t understand) is great. Oh well, ripping down Whistler isn’t exactly hell either.
This will be my penultimate post before I leave, as I’m catching an early bus Wednesday morning. I think I’ll post occasionally when I’m home, and I will put up a bunch of photos, so keep checking!
Yesterday afternoon I was sitting at Bon Appetit with several somewhat-drunk Ghanaians. I guess that isn’t too weird, except for the fact that it was Sunday and they were coming from a funeral. There was a big funeral across the road from Bon Appetit, so there were lots of people staying at Bon Appetit (it’s a small guesthouse) and funerals here are pretty lively. People love funerals—seriously. They happen every weekend here, always on Saturdays, but they often drag into Sunday and even Monday.
On Saturday, it took us close to three hours to get home from the office. We couldn’t find a tro-tro to Kwamo from town, so we went to the university. Traffic was bad getting there. And once we were there, it was impossible to find a tro-tro to Kwamo. We waited for over an hour, before I finally caved and paid for a dropping taxi. It didn’t end up being too much more because we arranged it with two other people, so we each paid about 6000 cedis (80 cents) instead of the usual 2000. Traffic was so bad coming home that I couldn’t meet up with the Peace Corps guys as planned, which is too bad.
The reason for all the traffic was that this is the last weekend to have funerals before Christmas. So EVERYONE was traveling. I’ll remind everyone here that we live no more than 20 km from the office. And it took almost three hours to get home.
On Sunday, I met Martin for one last lunch. He’s going back to the UK next week for good, which is too bad, as he was great company. That was a bit of a downer. Then I went to Bon Appetit for a bit, before heading into town to go to this outdoor bar/nightclub. It was good fun and I realized that as excited as I am to be going home, it’s pretty damn nice here. Sitting outside on a nice warm evening with a cold beer and good music blasting (in a language I can’t understand) is great. Oh well, ripping down Whistler isn’t exactly hell either.
This will be my penultimate post before I leave, as I’m catching an early bus Wednesday morning. I think I’ll post occasionally when I’m home, and I will put up a bunch of photos, so keep checking!
posted by Tony at 11:12 a.m.
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