Dear Kumasi taxi drivers:
Perhaps you have seen me walking in the vicinity of Bekwai Roundabout or standing on the sidewalk across from the new speedbumps on the road past Ridge School in the morning. I am the obruni woman with the short, curly hair and the little blond boy in tow. You may have also seen me walking along the Bantama Road with my little boy on my back, headed for the zoo or into town. Please let me assure you that, yes, I saw that your taxi was empty and available and no, I do not need a ride. Not even if you honk your horn . . . repeatedly . . . and not even if you pull up next to me, stop and demand to know where I am going, and not even when you look at me like I just fell of the moon when I tell you I am "just" out for a walk. I appreciate your understanding.
Sincerely,
Veronica
Here are some pictures from our trip to Anomabo Beach Resort. It could have been sunnier, but all in all, we had a really great time. If only Dusty's research were focused on fishing instead of timber (sigh)...
Two thumbs up from our toughest critic.
Treasure... in the form of a piece of coconut bark.
The pure delight of grabbing fistfuls of sand and throwing them over the bank.
A walk on the beach.
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