“Solar power,” Kofi explained. He had been there before.
We would have lights until nine.
I took a shower. While Kofi was having his, I strolled down to the water’s edge and called Bud.
“Bud,” I said, “I have important news for you.”
“Don’t tell me,” he replied. “You’re in Kumase. At last.”
“Not quite,” I told him, determined to keep my cool, “Still twenty miles to go. I’m at a village on the shore of a lake called Bosomtwe.”
“A holiday resort?” Bud asked.
“Bud, just listen to me for once, will you?” I insisted. “This could be important. How are you going to get a force in here? Someone told me today that Kumase Airport hasn’t been used in years. The runway is full of potholes. Now this is a big lake, about five miles across, and deep. I’m told that the road to Kumase is in reasonab
