Day seven of the Ghana road trip: we pick up passengers.
From Mognoori to Damongo, it would be dirt road all the way. The first village of any size we would go through was Larabanga. Larabanga has a reputation among travelers for hassles and ripoffs, so we were not planning to stop.
As we entered the village, Stanley had to slow to a crawl. There were a lot of people walking and crossing the road, and a lot of sheep lying in the middle of the road that wouldn’t move. A man signaled Stanley to stop. They spoke in a language unknown to me. As they did, I noticed two Japanese men and a Japanese woman nearby.
“They are waiting for a taxi,” Stanley said. “They want to know if we can give the Japanese a ride to Damongo, where they can get a bus to Tamale.”
“Sure,” I said without hesitation. “No problem.”
On the way to Damongo, we passed a number of pretty villages and chatted a bit. The young woman had the best command of English. I thought they were tourists, but she explained that they were volunteers.
“Like Peace Corps,” she said, “only for Japan.”
We didn’t see another vehicle until we reached Damongo, about an hour and a half later. Had we not come along, our Japanese friends would have been stuck in Larabanga a long time.
It may have been market day at Damongo, as the streets were very animated. There were a lot of taxis cruising around, and tro-tros were waiting to fill up. We pulled up to a tro-tro that was getting ready to leave for Tamale and said our goodbyes.