I went to visit my friends Marco, Helen and Vicky in the small town of Salaga at the weekend. I was up at 3am to get into own for the 5am bus (which left at 5.45). As we left the heavens opened and I could have been on a bus in England, with the windows misted up and rain beating down. Mind you, no bus in England would have been blaring out African tribal music.
I had a great time in Salaga. Marco, Helen and Vicky are teachers, really great fun and very surprising characters. Helen and Vicky watched the rugby at their headmaster’s house leaving Marco and I to prepare dinner. Marco (as suggested by the name) is Italian, and it turns out, was a chef for a short while. So I will admit he did most of the cooking and I was relegated to peeling yams. The meal was fantastic, but we ate late and then chatted and had a few G & Ts. It was 3am again before I got to bed. A few hours later I was back on the bus to Tamale feeling a little fragile, but extremely grateful for a wonderful weekend. Salaga is really small and very rural, apparently they’ve had chickens, goats and a bat in the classroom.
p.s. On the things I forgot post I didn’t mention that I’m regretting not bringing a proper tin opener. I’m getting better at using the Swiss army knife – but it ain’t pretty. And I’m glad I brought a torch.
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