‘There is a white man on my street, royal palm street. He lives with the water delivery people, we all know his name and yell after him, “Alex, Alex, Alex,” when ever he goes past. He looks funny, in his straw-hat and oversized sunglasses. HE rides a funny looking green bike with two lights and always smiles and waves as he goes past.

I find it funny that he can say hello in my language but cannot say anything else, but how are you. MY mother really likes Alex and talks to him often as he buys toilet paper or bread at our store, and my grandmother, who cannot talk to Alex because of his funny language says that he is her son. All my friends and other kids on the street also yell after Alex and he always answers but he doesn’t know all our names. Sometimes we don’t see Alex for days, but he always seems to come back, with that same smile on his face, always friendly. My mother tells me to call him Uncle Alex, but I never do, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like him, that funny looking man.’

I like to think that is why the kids are always calling after me; I am just so out of the ordinary here, sometimes the kids cry and other times they run over and hug me, it is always something though. Always something. It is a great dimension to this trip. In different towns kids will all yell the same thing, sometimes it is Obruni, while other s it is hello helo hello hello etc, and others still will ask for money, dollars or Cedi’s or even Chinese dollars (?).

Well, class has also started again, and it is kinda nice, but I did like our time off and sometimes feel that I learn more walking around and meeting people than I do in class. But I have always felt that, and I do learn in class, and what I am learning supplements so well the walking around and meeting people, so maybe I am, the lucky one, who learns through both, but we all do here, I think. What a learning expiernce.

Two of my friends have just bought bikes here, so now I have some bike adventures to take, so I can look forward to that.

PEACE

ALEX