It's All in the Details, Part III

Why living in Africa is a hoot.

Last week as I was leaving the house, Stephen opened the front gates for me and there, standing in the middle of my driveway, outside the gates, was a fat little goat. He looked at the car, took a second, and went "Blaaaaaaa!" before moving slowly to one side. I cracked up, which cracked Stephen up. When I came home, the same goat and his older siblings were playing King of the Mountain on a dirt pile at the small hotel they are building across the street and down a little.








We also followed this tro-tro down Liberation Road last weekend...not as good as "Who Kwons?" but still, pretty funny.












These goats hang out near Ted's office. They just trot around all day eating what they find, and at the end of the day they go home just like all the people. :-)



















This is a typical sign for the local restaurants (Ghanaian ones- not so much the ones who cater to Obronis). They are almost all sponsored by beer companies- Guinness has most of them, but Star (our favorite local beer) has a good number.






This horse hangs out here most days- it's just a neighborhood street and although it doesn't look like it, she is safely tethered out of traffic.