Bolgatanga is a very small town – has three main roads and a population of who knows……. as they are mostly village people….. but on Market Day it triples in population! Because most of the villages around Bolga have no transport into town accept on this day of the week they all come on mass to get their vegetables, meat, and various other things they need.
It becomes a vibrant – crazy – hilarious place!
To me market day means two things: one – I have to avoid the goat, donkey and cow poo on the road while I’m biking to work . two – I’m going to have a long insane day at work. Picture this – old men on bicycle riding down the road and you just hear a ‘yelling’ goat at the top of it’s voice – and when you ride past you notice it in the basket! Plus the dude has two live chickens hanging off each of the handle bars. You see another guy walking with about 10 dogs all happily trotting along on leashes… little do they know they are walking to the famous Dog Market! Yum yum. Another guy I see regularly walks with a basket on his head….and in it are millions of alive baby chickens!
Biking to and from work is actually my favourite part of the day. I spend most of the time greeting people and laughing because of the hilarious things I see. The kids where I live are seriously delightful! They all run up to my bike and yell ‘Asoyoumia!!’ (white lady) at the top of their lungs. One day I had a whole crowd of about 10 all chanting! And sometimes you get ‘Asoyoumia bye byeeeeee!’ he he – and their little hands waving as enthusiastically as they can! Tonight I got a little voice ‘Asoyoumia – how are you….’ from a paddock of corn – I couldn’t see where it came from so just yelled…. “I am fine!” he he
Makes me feel pretty famous – even if it is just because I’m white! Doh
Tree of vultures! scary
