AND ANOTHER NEXT DAY
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| good bye Beyin |
There are two choices for leaving Beyin. There is a direct tro tro to Takaradi
at 4am. What, 4am, hell no. I would rather take 5 tro tros and accidentally end up in Cote d’Ivoire than leave at 4am.
As you might have guessed I choose the long way. I had to take a tro tro to the ‘cross roads’
so I headed out with my pack in that direction just waiting to flag down the
next tro heading my way. Some guys
at a chop bar told me to grab a tro going the other direction into the next
town where I would get on another to Takaradi. Apparently it takes longer to get to the town as you are backtracking
but there is more chance of catching a ride. Decided to kinda hang out and to just jump on the next tro
no matter which direction it was heading.
The longer way won.
The first tro took maybe 45 minute to get to somewhere. There I jumped off and jumped on one
going to Takaradi. As usual the
locals on my first tro made sure I was set up on the next one before they
left. It’s an entire country of
nice people. The next ride was a couple hours
and I asked then to drop me before the station if they saw rides heading to
Cape Coast along the way.
I got dumped off on a street corner where there was a Big Blue Yutong Short Bus almost full.
Yippee for me and all on board…between myself and one other and the beast was full. This mini Yutong is actually going
to Accra but will pass through Cape Coast. Hope they remember I wanted to get off.
A heavyset woman with a baby was sitting next to me. Her boobs were gigantic. Granted I am a wee thing and a C cup
seems big to me. Her baby was
fussing because he was hungry and she was having trouble in the crowded bus
with breast feeding so I helped her out a bit. Just gave her my elbow to rest her tatas on to make things
easier. I felt so needed at that
moment. The Yutong had some ac and
was only a One Fan Ice Ride.
Oh, just remembered on big thing. The Yutong Preacher singled me out to yell Amen. Everyone was quite amused but I do what
I am told. It very well may have
saved our lives that I did that plus I sill had my Good Luck Preacher Stone
from that Big Yutong back in Kumasi.
Get me there safe and I will give you all the Amens I can muster.
Got back safe and sound, grabbed a cab to the Prospect were
there is still no water and grabbed a bit to eat with Obehi. He is like family now, the Nigerian
brother I never had.
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