Pearoast
As regulars may know my occasional contributions are limited to ‘Africa Bore’ contributions which is a tradition I intend to continue.

The drive into Ghana from Burkino Faso takes you down a thousand meters from the central plateau along a winding road with sheer drops at every hairpin turn. Things were tense as I’d failed to convince Richard and Roxana that there was such a thing as brake-fade – they thought I was crawling along in first gear purely to piss them off, which is what happens after a couple of months on Larium. When Richard took his turn it was almost worth the near death experience to see his face as he discovered that the brakes did not, in fact, work when red hot. At this point I should also explain that our relationship(s) was(were) platonic throughout our journey, although ironically in her book (I jest not) Roxana admitted to falling in love with both of us.

We rolled into some Hamile, a dusty border town with vultures roaming along the main street (http://www.camelworld.com/photos_02.htm#Ghana) and stopped while the border guards decided where we should park. A small boy of no more than eight stood silently by the passenger door looking into the vehicle. I can see his eyes moving from me to Roxana, then to Richard and back to me

“You’re probably wondering who the woman belongs to” I asked. He nodded. “On Monday, Wednesday and Friday she belongs to me, and on Tuesday Thursday and Saturday she is with Richard. On Sunday she rests”.. He looked solemnly at Roxana and with a perfectly straight face said “she will be very busy then.”
(strongp, Sat 25 May 2013, 10:27, Reply)