After a short period of adaptation, I began to slowly get used to life in Ghana.
After the last adventure, I was extra careful when I went out, including in the mining area.
No matter how careful you are, the accident still happens.
On the streets of Kumasi, dozens of taxis don't stop the taxis I'm riding in, and some drivers open windows, some pull open doors, and some come up to me and point fingers at me, with a lot of disdain and hysterical roar on their faces.
Go shopping in the city.
Take the urban and rural passenger bus (let's call it this way) bus to the city station, and then take a taxi to the wet market; when you have to buy whole food and take a taxi to the hospital, the horror scene that just appeared at the beginning occurs.
At first the black driver turned around and asked me what I was doing, I said I didn't do anything, then what were those taxis doing, how were they all surrounding us to intercept it, I was really frightened, I thought that in a foreign country I had never experienced so many cars in the daytime roadblock robbery, ah, when my mind was buzzing a blank, helpless, six gods and no master did not know how to be good...
Did you throw garbage out of the car window, the driver asked this question, I suddenly understood, just now I did throw banana peels out of the window a few times.
Ghana is a sanitary city, and you destroy the environment in this way, which means that it affects the image of the country and is punished... I realized that my behavior was wrong, and I felt that the black driver's words were a bit of a fuss, but I still kept saying sorry to the driver, saying that I didn't know about this kind of thing, and saying that I would never litter again to affect the national image of Ghana... Because there were taxis on both sides of our car, they shouted loudly ChineseChinese money money money... There was a car overtaking in front of us, don't stop us... Under my confession, the driver promised not to make mistakes in the future, and at the same time I whispered to him and asked him to explain it to everyone, (because a few of them spoke the local indigenous language, I came out of the Chinese they said, the others could not be understood, I was afraid of making a big accident again) I did not mean, I just came to Ghana do not understand the customs here, I will give you 20 more cedi (worth almost 100 yuan at the time).
The black driver got out of the car, explained something to the drivers in the local language, and compared them with his hands; I was so frightened that I didn't dare to get out of the car, and I curled up in the middle of the back seat with my bag, as if stupid, looking at everything that happened outside the car, and I was really worried.
My driver may have agreed with my apologies, but perhaps more than he accepted my promise to pay him more, and after a few minutes of explaining vigorously in front of the other drivers, the cars on both sides began to leave one after another.
After the driver got into the car, he said that it was all right, and my heart suddenly became solid, and there was no danger, which was indeed a rare feeling.
After a while to the hospital, I really gave him 20 more serendis, and he was also very happy, after all, the agreed fare was only 5 serendis.
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This was the first fright I had suffered alone since I arrived in Ghana, and although there had been too many accidents and intimidation in the next five years, I would always remember this time.
Good habits must be formed, and littering must not be littered, and they are not allowed anywhere.
Some things must be slowly used to and adapted.
The next article describes in detail the first time I had malaria since I arrived in Ghana, and it was really painful. [Assortment] [Assortment]
Ghanaian children returning from collecting firewood
Ghanaian kid going to the river to get water
The river rises during the rainy season on the edge of the mining area