My first day jogging in Obuasi. I went from Pastor Martins house out to the main road and up the road towards the main city. I prefer rural and uninhabited areas but I felt the need to identify landmarks so as to be able to find his house easily on my own. I also didn’t want to get lost like I did in Pig Farm.
Here also they have no running water. Same old, same old. After bathing they asked me what I usually ate for breakfast. Needless to say we were soon in the car looking for pineapple and bananas. Returning home, Portia was insistent to prepare (cut up) the pineapple for me. It was large enough for Benny (Benedita) 2 ½ to get more than she wanted also.
The man who wanted to meet with me was in Kumasi and due to return at noon, he said. We decided I should wait. It is 8 o’clock and I am still waiting. He called about a quarter past seven to say he was leaving Kumasi. I should have gone home and met him there!
I wrote an email home and journalled my blog and decided to go to the Internet and send them off. I had good intentions, but left my computer at home by mistake. As I returned it began to rain. I believe it is too dangerous to go out again in the rain. Not only is visibility restricted, but people dash across the roads to get to shelter. Additionally, there are few sections with centerlines and the taxis pull to the curb and the streets are narrow so you must cross part way over the center to get around them. Then they frequently stop opposite each other and traffic must take turns through the space between them. In such a gap the taxis and TroTro’s will play intimidation tactics and I am sufficiently intimidated to stay at home and not play. The good news is that tomorrow I will publish this blog as well and actually be up to date.
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