Flying sand and dust, nothing can be seen outside the car window, just out of the dirt road, the bus water tank is open, the water vapor fills the carriage, the door cannot be opened, we can only climb out of the window one by one...
Ghana has little climate change, and the year is basically divided into two seasons, dry and wet, that is, the rainy season (around the end of April-May) and the rainy season.
The time I first went was the dry season, when we had fewer vehicles and sometimes had to take a bus to run errands in the city (similar to our domestic urban and rural passenger transport).
One of the workers got sick — malaria — and I took a car with him to the Chinese clinic in Kumasi for injections.
A car full of locals, the smell of the car (the unique body fragrance of black people mixed with the smell of inferior perfume) made me unbearable, almost vomiting, and I could only grit my teeth and close my eyes to endure.
During the rainy season, the rain washed out the road in the village, and the net was full of ravines and potholes; we were riding in an N-hand Toyota passenger car, which was dilapidated and subverted your imagination. Not even a complete piece of window glass.
When passing through a village, the bumps were severe, the door of the door of the guest door fell down, because there was no repair point, there was no rope wire or anything like that, the conductor (man) took off the tattered jacket on his body, and tied the door with the window with the jacket, afraid of falling down again, and pulled a lot of buckles very tightly.
It was then that I discovered that the N-hand bus had no real fuel tank, and that there was a plastic barrel in the co-pilot position in front of it, and a pipe was inserted at the mouth of the barrel — which was the car's own improved fuel tank — something that had never been seen before!!!!
Out of the village, enter a relatively flat dirt road. I thought that this road surface might be more comfortable, but the scene in front of me made me dumbfounded, the dust outside the car window, the sky and the earth were gray, I couldn't see where the road was, but the bus driver still didn't slow down and flew forward, I was nervous and my heart mentioned the throat eye, in case the car in front of me came to the opposite direction, what to do! I could only grasp the seat with my hands, my back was also pressed against the backrest, and my feet were stepping on the carriage...
It was hard to stick to the cement road, the nervous heart had not yet had time to calm down, and the scene that happened in front of me made me stunned and stunned - the water tank was opened, and the steam filled the entire carriage. The driver pulled over, but the door was too strong to be tied with a jacket, and they couldn't unbutton it, and if they couldn't unbutton it, they couldn't open the car door. Seeing more and more steam, the car door just couldn't open, the black people in the car were in a hurry, shouting up, and suddenly thought that the oil drum was still on it, and my heart was suddenly afraid, what if it exploded! By this time someone in the car had already started to climb out of the window.
We all climbed out of the window and ran away from the bus in the distance. By this time the entire bus was completely surrounded by steam, and the driver and conductor did not know what they were tinkering with, and looked very anxious.
We were so scared that we couldn't wait to go farther away. Although it is not thrilling, it is also frightening enough.
I don't know how long it took for the steam to fade, so we got back on the bus and continued on our way.
What an unlucky ride memory.
On this ride, we also accidentally discovered a "new continent", that is, when everyone was waiting for the driver on the side of the road to tease the car, they accidentally found that when they turned around, black women were standing on the side of the road peeing!!! (Of course, I can't watch more, but I really didn't expect to close my mouth when I was completely frightened by the vivid scene that happened in front of me!) ）
Africa, perhaps, is a magical place, and in the years that followed, novelty and strange brushes and three views destroyed six elephants happened one after another!
The next article details the funeral of the local black man I experienced, which is also 10,000 unexpected.