Just because there was supposedly “nothing to see” on this day didn’t mean it was without incident. Hardly any day was without an incident of some sort.
Since we were in a city, it would be easy to find a place to have lunch. Stanley didn’t seem to be too familiar with Obuasi, so we stopped at the first large restaurant we saw. The street was very busy, so we had to park around the corner. As we walked toward the restaurant, I felt something odd on the third knuckle of my right hand. I looked down and saw a swelling the size of a small plum. What the hell? I hadn’t felt anything sting me, but it had to be a bug bite, as I hadn’t whacked into anything. The swelling was so large it was a bit alarming, although it wasn’t too painful if you didn’t insist on poking it. Stanley had a small vial of some Chinese remedy for who knows what on him. It smelled like eucalyptus oil, so I let him apply it.
The restaurant was sort of cafeteria style. You went up to the counter and ordered, but they did bring it to your table. Stanley had me sit at the table while he went to see what was for lunch. They were serving only fufu, and Stanley was again doubtful that I would eat it, despite having had it at his favorite restaurant with him only two days ago. But they had peanut sauce and chicken, and that’s my favorite.
Lunch was very good, and so was the service.