I was pretty sure that the sound we’d just heard was the drive belt giving out. Stanley opened the hood and confirmed that’s what it was. He had an extra one in the back. I had a feeling we were going to be here a little while, so I went to work recording the event. No matter how little there seemed to be to photograph at first glance, I was going to take pictures of every bit of it.
He got on the phone. Because Ghana’s cell phone industry has expanded tremendously in the last ten years and there were cell towers even in the remotest places, he had no trouble using the phone. I turned around and started snapping pictures of our surroundings.
Things could be a lot worse. We were fortunate enough to break down in a village rather than in the desolate plains far from any human beings.
If we had to spend the night here, there were villagers who would certainly offer us food and shelter.
Luckily there was a road sign nearby with the name of the village on it. Now we’d never forget this place.
A vehicle with its hood up attracts guys like flies to honey.
While Stanley was on the phone and the guys were doing their guy thing, I photographed the beautiful children who had come to see what was going on.
Just look at those beautiful smiles! Even the baby was relaxed. The infant at the Sirigu visitor’s center gate had been afraid.
Stanley approached with news.
“I talked to my son in Techiman,” he said. “He’s going to bring a Land Rover mechanic in a taxi to fix it. Can you go ahead in a taxi to Techiman to the motel? Then you can be comfortable while I stay here to take care of things.”
“Sure, no problem.”
We were also fortunate to have broken down where there was a taxi parked on the side of the road right in front of us. Stanley went to negotiate the price with the taxi man, a young guy wearing a Beatles tee shirt.
We put my bags in the beat up Toyota taxi, and I left, with Stanley on the phone again.