Comments on: Bolgatanga http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/ Sat, 18 May 2013 17:47:25 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ By: Kat http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23603 Sun, 02 Sep 2012 15:26:23 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23603 Carl,
I love the market and when I was here, I always went to the market. I use to sling the live chicken from my motorcycle handbar, I can#t believe all the extra stuff I can buy now-can even have a salad!

]]> By: Kat http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23602 Sun, 02 Sep 2012 15:24:54 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23602 My Dear Hedley,

No more Max? How sad\!!!

]]> By: Kat http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23601 Sun, 02 Sep 2012 15:24:28 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23601 Hi Caryn
No fried dough at that fair! You would be crazy at this market with the heat and all the stalls and people.

The Ghanaian people are the most wonderful!

]]> By: Kat http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23600 Sun, 02 Sep 2012 15:23:16 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23600 Beto,
Thank you for that story. I feel better knowing I am not the only one who scares people by my very existence!

]]> By: Kat http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23599 Sun, 02 Sep 2012 15:22:19 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23599 Thanks, Greg

The savannah grasslands and the small villages are beautiful!

]]> By: Kat http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23598 Sun, 02 Sep 2012 15:21:43 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23598 Christer,
You have missed a treat by not scaring a little girl! I felt awful!

I am so glad I am giving you a picture of Ghana, and the market is the same as the video so you are with me,.

Those volunteers are amazed!

]]> By: MT C http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23593 Sat, 01 Sep 2012 18:48:59 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23593 Great video. Wonderful colors and so much chatter. Reminds me of the markets I’ve been to. I guess markets are about the same all over. The ones in the Philippines were everyday and most vendors have the same stalls day after day. But with a two day break, I can see people chatting as much about home and the kids as about business. The village markets in Korea were much the same also. Here? They don’t really have markets as one big event. It is mostly shops and small gatherings and indoor areas behind the grocery stores, but still there are vendors and clients (hopefully) haggling over price or just chatting about the goods on display.

I have the small girls screaming when they see me, too. And not only the small ones, many of the older ones do too! LOL

Carl

]]> By: Hedley http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23590 Sat, 01 Sep 2012 13:59:12 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23590 And we say a very fond goodbye to Max Bygraves….Singalongamax no more

]]> By: Caryn http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23586 Fri, 31 Aug 2012 23:45:03 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23586 Hi Kat,
Wow, that video is like walking through the Topsfield Fair at noon on a Saturday. So many people! It would take me a while to adapt to that. Doing the shopping makes me very cranky anyway and the addition of broken field running would only make things worse. :D

The children of the morning sounded quite charming. Well, maybe not the poor little girl who screamed.

Have a great day!

]]> By: Beto http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/bolgatanga/#comment-23585 Fri, 31 Aug 2012 22:01:23 +0000 http://keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com/?p=16386#comment-23585 I was soliciting people for my paper route in 1969. As I approached a door to knock, a woman engrossed in berating her husband threw open the door but was looking back into the house as she stepped out in a hurry. I exclaimed “Pardon me” and she turned and let out a blood curdling scream and lost control of her bladder.
The old man rushed to the door to see what was happening and started laughing so hard he started choking. Bizarre as it was they signed up for a subscription.

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