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It was a heavy time - the last night in the
jeep. Very warm and I sweat. Then came in spite of bed net a mosquito in the
car and my rest in the night gave way the worried hectic to get malaria in
the last days again. But is stupid. I have new tablets of Paludrine and
Resochine and have my prophylaxes. I saw over the Mole Park in the morning
(see down) and all was forgot.
Allah Hassan stood also beside my car. He would like come with me in his home village 60 km from here. I had went by bus half past 4 from Larabanga and so was my time 9 am. a better time for him. Well, and so he stood beside me and was waiting. His luggage done me a little fear. Many big bags and a big cartoon box. But I saw later - only one empty bottles of water. I think the poeple of the bush need it. The children of Larabanga asked me yesterday - Can I get the empty bottle. I gave they the bottle - but it was to much children and hands. The bottle was smashed in 2 seconds. |
Allah Hassan - a bushman.!?
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| Bolgatanga |
Bolgatanga is the last large town before I
came to the border. The landscape beside the road would be more dry. Not so
green as before and the meadows was yellow. The hot sun. A hot and dry life
here. But every time I saw small groups of huts. A group of football (soccer for David) playing children was the last experience of the day. They saw my camera and then they would got a picture. Well, I done it. And then I showed the picture. The cries was great. And the fun also. And then they hang on around me. Shake the hand and said thanks. The children were happy.
It's time for - the last picture of Ghana.
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