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Published: April 4th 2006
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tap tap tap....
tap tap tap....
tap tap tap....
oh god, no prizes for guessing who was knocking on my door. I was buggered if
i was getting up or even answering, I was on holiday! There was an outside
chance it was someone from the hotel but I wasn't going to rick making a
sound. Eventually it stopped and I went back to sleep. I had already bee
woken up twice that morning. It was early and the sun was shining when my fan
went off. I had it tucked under my mosquito net, since even on high it sent
no air through it from the outside. I suspected it was intentional because
shortly later it restarted along with a choir singing nearby. The church was
only 30m from my hut, and although the singing was pleasant, for some reason
someone started drumming along and it sounded like he had to hit every one at
least once every 4 bars. I've never heard heavy metal hymns before, but its
not the alarm clock you really need.
She collared me when I got up for brunch, I told her I had my ear plugs in
and she believed me. I sat and read, ignoring her or giving one word answers.
She kept going on about walking to the castle at Dixcove in the next bay or
going to smoke ganja, I refused, then she started asking for a coke, I told
her I didn't have enough money (which was pretty true) and she relented, god
knows she wasn't going to pay for it herself! I went for a swim, she waited
on the beach for me (her costume was still festering in a plastic bag in my
room and I didn't gove her a chance to get it. i stayed in the sea for about
an hour, but she still didn't leave. I got out to do my laundry, she kept
going on and on about how the hotel would do it for my and I pay them. No
shit... Im quite capable of washing a few clothes, not getting charged a
fortune and not having to wait a whole day to get them back. I really should
have brought more money with me and didn't want to leave the next day from
lack of funds. I did my laundry, eve washed her bikini at her insistence. She
was very impressed to see me doing women's work with such skill. I guess she
could already see herself relaxing in England while her rich husband did all
the chores and looked after the babies. Um......
I hung my clothes (and her bikini) outside and sat down to read some more. The
place was dead and it was still the weekend, I was thinking maybe Ghana was a
mistake and where were the people to have fun with? I was stuck in a
beautiful place with a motor mouth pain the arse who wouldn't take a hint and
leave me alone! I went for another swim to get away, she was still going on
about the castle, ganja and coke. When I got out she was gone, it was late
afternoon now, I went took a shower and had a walk up to the resort for a
look. Nice.... if there were some guests... place was deader than a vultures
dinner. I went for a pancake at 'Daniel the pancake man' place by the school.
They had a nice sign by the road encouraging people to come and find it but
it was locked. Someone came over to open it and I wish i had't bothered. It
was like a empty house with a few tables and chairs. Lord know when the last
time someone had eaten there, it needed some sprucing up. I loved the posters
of huge houses and expensive cars that awaited the faithful, just believe in
god and you can be a millionaire was the general theme. Well, millionaire in
Ghana is easy, just go to the cash point. I got my pancake (no honey,
finished) and hot coffee (I don't know what I was thinking asking for it
iced...) which was ok, at least the juju girl wouldn't find me here. I gave
the local boys a quick lesson about what would happen during the eclipse and
erroneously told them there would be no totality in Busua. Too many people
think white men know everything, so Im happy to shatter that illusion. Then
they wanted to know about making a web site. Ok, credit for moving with the
times but no one is going to look at their website and say 'honey, lets have
our honeymoon in Busua so we can eat at Daniels every night!'. I gave them a
few hints, ie google it and find some free hosting sites but I managed to get
out before offering to do it myself. I wish them all the luck in the world
but I still wonder how they manage their rent each year.
They weren't the only people having problems with rent. I hid in my room
until 10pm and sneaked out for some food at Nana's again. He wasn't a happy
man, it seemed his landlord had raised his rent by 25% that year and only
told him when it was due. Which was 2 weeks ago, and now he was making a
stink about it. I was sensing a scam, what exactly did he want, money? I got
him to explain it again, and it turns out he wants me to talk to his landlord
and ask for a bit more time. That I can do! ... um, can I? Barely
understanding the full story he takes me around the corner to speak to some
middle aged guy who wants his cash, 2 weeks ago. Bizarre. I put it to him,
all the facts, appeal to his christian spirit, since after all we're all men
of god.... right. Still Im obviously well qualified to present his case,
being white and all (!), and he agrees. Nana feels the weight of the word
lift from his shoulders and say Im his best friend. I go to bed with a clear
conscience.
Actually I go to bed thinking 'what the f**k was that all about??'
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