Malaria, puncture and kindness
on Michael Cashman (Ghana), 31/May/2010 17:49, 34 days ago
I go the local clinic, forced there by too much time all last week in the smallest room in the various houses we stayed in. ....In a region that's famed for its hippos,I suffered the low stomach jippoes;To Bolga from WaBy bus is quite far.I consumed nothing else but Kalyppos.The doctor diagnoses malaria with some conviction, and I emerge with a bagful of drugs to find a totally flat bike tyre. The rear tyre exploded under me a couple of weeks ago when I was in Walewale buying anti-nausea drugs for Charlotte, and now the front one has gone. Six months in these conditions seems to rot the tyres, but the nearby bike mechanic will fit a new tyre and tube for 11 cedis (about five pounds) so that seems sensible and I leave the bike for him to fix.After Charlotte comes home via Mandina's photopcopy shop, Mandina hears my story and volunteers her junior brother to collect the bike. He even turns up to our house to get the money, goes back to the bike mechanic, and brings the bike back. People are very kind, especially for anyone in difficulties.