Ghana - The Lions on the Road: Cycling London to Cape Town - page 144

The weather changed for the worse. From experience I knew that a light drizzle in
Africa was nature's warning sign of rain Armageddon. I darted into a small bar just in time
andwithonly200cedisinmypocket,Icouldonlyaffordanorangepopandaloafofheavy
bread. I sat with eight locals eating my lunch as the rain poured down in droves.
I also knew from experience that as quickly as the rain came, it also ended just
as abruptly. In no time at all, I was back on the road and cycled by several small towns
eventually stopping in Amomabu- a quaint fishing village. There, I went to the Catholic
mission and met Father Joseph Yankson who welcomed me with open arms. In less than
30 minutes, I had a room, took a shower, changed and was enjoying two soft drinks and
some cake that were waiting for me. We went together for a stroll near an old colonial fort
that was converted into a prison. There were many two-story buildings with beautiful mur-
als painted on the outside walls. We passed by fishermen who were drying their catch and
mending their nets for the next day. I was told that the local children went to school until 1
p.m. and then rushed home to work with their fathers. When they became old enough, they
would leave school and take over their father's trade.