April 22
The bus pulled in at 7pm and at the stoplight I look out the
window to see one million motorcyclists. I thought Hell’s Angels came to
Tamale, but no, that’s just their mode of transportation. Tamale: the place
where everyone and their grandmother drives a moto. Shani, my friend of a
friend/ guide for the week picked me up and thus began the chapter: “My Life
from the Backseat of a Motorcycle”.
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