Picture this:
Saturday afternoon, pretty hot, super humid. We decide to catch a tro into Koforidua so that Meg can get a cell phone. Somehow they pile the 3 of us into the tro, though there isn't really even room for one. Along the way the engine stops and the driver must continuously restart it. The rumbling under our feet (where the engine is located) is getting louder and more violent. We're convinced that we are going to die in an explosion. (Actually, Meg and I are convinced that we'll die because we're directly above the engine, but that Diana behind us will only be permanently disfigured.) Eventually the engine will not restart, so the men are forced to push the tro up the hill. Once they get it up the hill they are able to momentarily restart and more or less roll down to the station. At the same time, the mate will not stop starting at my chest, making hissing noises at me to get my attention. Behind us, Diana is getting many marriage proposals. She decides to explain the difference between "like" and "love" to a Ghanaian man that is only thinking with his pants, and really does not speak English. Somehow we manage to get off the tro with our limbs intact.
Just another trip in Ghana.
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3 comments:
I love reading you updates. They are so funny at times, interesting at others, and make me so thankful for where I live. What a neat way to keep a journal of your amazing adventure. Looking forward to making you a care package next month. :) ~Laura Thompson and my boys
Megan I like to read your blog so I know what's going on, but you have no idea how sad it makes me :(
Ugh that doesn't sound very fun! glad u are ok, I miss you so much! I am buying a card this weekend!
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