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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Guitar Pick

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I wanted to get another guitar pick to give to Catie since I gave the one from SA to the girl in Torgorme.  So I took a shuttle to Accra provided by SAS.  It left late but that was okay.  Traffic was bad and our driver bought something from a street seller.

 

I got the name of the shop from our tour guide, Awuku.  He took the bus to the stop near his house with us.  I got off the bus at Citizen Kofi, where everyone gets off, and got a cab after a long time to the place, the Grace Academy.  It was like 6 at this point.  It was hard to find a driver who knew where it was.  Guys kept coming up to me in the street but they didn’t look particularly friendly so I ignored them.  Sometimes I would say something in French so they’d stop talking to me.  One kid begged for money.  Sometimes being white is annoying.

 

The cab that I got to the place took like almost an hour, which was pretty frustrating, except I checked my bank account on the way and read some blogs and stuff and that took forever ‘cuz BlackBerry is slow as crap sometimes, especially with Java.  The place was closed when I showed up.  So I got another cab ride back.  This one was much faster ‘cuz the guy actually knew where he was going – unlike the first guy, who lied to me, basically – and also better because he spoke English better.  He worked on ships for a long time too.  We talked about it for a while.  I don’t think I lied to him like the other guy.  I did tell him that the shuttle would drop off lots of Americans every hour on the hour, though.  He said that working on a ship paid way better than driving a taxi.  He said he even bought the taxi with the money he saved from working on a ship.  He wanted to go back but said his family wanted him to be close and wouldn’t let him go again.

 

The shuttle timing wasn’t great when I got back so I went upstairs with Aleeza and Amber to try to get some sort of appetizer.  It was way expensive though so I just got a water and ate raw sugar from a packet.  We went down after a while and sat on the bus to leave.  Aleeza sat with me.  I got some food on the ship because I hadn’t eaten dinner at all.

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