My Mixed Post

You know you've been out of Ghana for three weeks when...

• your feet are clean... ??
• you get cold
• you forget to put on deoderant and don't sweat profusely
• you don't sweat profusely period
• you get cold
• you are surprised to hear someone use their car horn
• you get confused by a) sidewalks and b) the fact that garbage is not strewn everywhere
• you miss plantain chips, julie's yams, fried rice for 70 cents, drinking water sachets...
• you eat yogurt/ice cream made by a company OTHER than Fan Yogo
• you get cold
• you feel like you need to approach the random girl in H & M who has Ghanaian kente cloth wrapped around her hair... (for the record, I didn't... but I almost did)
• you can wear clothes more than once and not be disgusted by it
• you actually for a minute assume that the taxi wouldn't possibly be using a machine to track fare, as a pre-negotiation makes a hell of a lot more sense...
• a fair majority of your stories start like this: "Well, in Ghana..."

The other part of this post consists of a list Trish came up with, which is awesome, because it is something I have been meaning to do for some time now, but she has saved me the trouble!

Your Guide to WHY a Taxi is Honking in Ghana:

To tell people they're free for business
To tell people to get the hell out of the way
To change lanes
To let someone else in front know not to change lanes
Turning Corners
Going through an intersection
When reversing out of a parked spot
When another car is reversing out of a parked spot
To say 'hello'
To say 'screw you!'

Thanks TT. :)