racecourse station

a couple weeks ago i traveled for some conferences. i had to go through kumasi on the way there and on the way back. i think i have mentioned that i don't like traveling, and i think i have mentioned that i really don't like kumasi either.

racecourse is the station that buses to the north leave from. i don't like racecourse station either. there are at least four separate "wa stations" in racecourse, each with a different bus at a different price leaving once filled with different passengers. the trick is finding which one is leaving soonest. that would be easy if the station managers were honest, but when you ask how many tickets are left on their bus, they always lie and say maybe 2, when in actuality it is 20 and you'll be waiting 5 hours if you buy a ticket on their bus.

anyway.

that wasn't going the be the point of this post.

while i was waiting for my bus to fill, a guy came around with a loudspeaker, advertising the ointments that he was selling. this is normal: sometimes they are trying to sell cassettes or cd's, sometimes it's just preachers or whatever.

this man met a little boy who was just wandering around, and he started interviewing him. they were speaking in twi, so i couldn't understand the actual conversation, but it was pretty cute.