lost. as per usual.
The other day was the first day of my internship. I had been shown how to get there before, but many areas look almost exactly the same here, and there are no street signs or numbers. So someone will say “take a right at God Saves Hair Salon” but you could really be anywhere.
Anyways, I wake up at 6:15, the water is not on in the dorm, off to a good start, really. Leave by 7 and hop on the first tro tro and get off at the right stop. so far so good. Then I get on the next one and told the mate that I needed to get off at the Atomic Filling Station. But apparently he forgot and I did not notice and Iwent about 15 minutes too far on the tro tro. When I figured this out, everybody in the tro tro started laughing at the dumb white girl. But this woman got out of the tro tro with me, crossed the street and waited with me until I got on the correct one. True act of kindness. Of course she was making fun of me in Twi half the time, but I guess I deserved it. Then 2 tro tros and a shared taxi later, I made it.
As much as I complain about the attention that Ghanaians give to white people all the time, when I really need help and am lost, they are always so willing to go out of their way to help you. I have received phone numbers from strangers just in case I get lost, people getting off of tro tros to wait and make sure I find my way. Now that is something that really does not happen in the States.
