“Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.”

The day started all wrong. I had no newspaper. I hunted under the car, in the flower bed and along the driveway. No paper. Stolen? Maybe. My newspaper, my Globe, is always there. Perhaps a passing runner or dog walker decided to start the day with coffee and a newspaper. That’s how I usually start my day.

My leg is so much better. It hurts mostly in the evening. The top of the foot and the bottom of the leg are still swollen. That’s where the pain is. I’m tired of this.

Nala stole my new package of paper towels. It was unopened on the floor in the living room near the door. I went looking for it yesterday. I found it on the deck and in the yard, torn pieces all over the place. I cleaned the deck. Today I’ll tackle the yard. This morning Nala grabbed my sandal from the rug by the door on her way to going out for the first time of the morning. She looked at me with it in her mouth. I told her to drop it. She didn’t. Nor did she drop it at my second request. She went to the door where the inevitable dawned. She was not getting out with the sandal so she dropped it. I’m wearing it now. That dog is brazen and funny.

When I was a kid, we did the White Mountains, a one day tour. I remember my father driving up Mt. Washington. I found the trip both scary and thrilling. The road was narrow, just big enough for the two cars with a bit of space between them. I remember how cold it was at the top and that there was snow, a couple of piles of it. On that trip we also saw the Old Man in the Mountain. We went by it in the car. My father slowed down, and we looked out the window. Another spot where we stopped was the Flume Gorge. We got the last bus of the day. I remember walking back to the car.

I remember my first weekend in Accra, the capital of Ghana. We were still in training and were in Koforidua. It is 83km between the two cities, about 50 or so miles. I hitchhiked to Accra with a couple of friends. We got one ride all the way. We stayed at the hostel, the best 50 pesewas I ever spent and would ever continue to spend over the next two years. I remember going to the museum and walking to different monuments. I ate at a restaurant. We rambled that first weekend. We saw as much as we could before heading back to Koforidua and the rest of training. That weekend was the beginning of my love affair with Accra, still very much an old city back then. I loved to wander the streets and markets. I never had a plan except for maybe a movie one night. That was a big city event.

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4 Comments on ““Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today was a repeat of yesterday but slightly hotter. The high temperature reached 101°. It’s been extreamly hot for May and early June. I hope this doesn’t turn out to be another summer like 1980 or the second hottest summer of 1998. In 1980 we had 69 days of 100° plus temperatures and in 1998 56 days of 100° plus days. Typically we have an average of 20 triple digit days a year.

    Today, I had to work even though it’s a national holiday. I assume that being only the second year we are celebrating Juneteenth. We also don’t get off for Dr. Martin Luther King’s birthday in January. I like to think it’s because we train clients seven days a week year round except the week between Christmas and New Years. Even then we pay the instructors a nice bonus to work over the holidays. Like the airlines we are considered an essential service business.

    When I was a kid we took car trips annually from DallasTexas to Brooklyn New York a distance of about 1,200 miles. We usually took a detour after visiting our relatives in NYC to Miami Beach before returning to Dallas. In 1955 we drove out to Los Angeles California to visit Disneyland the year it opened. On the way back we stopped off in Las Vegas for my parents to have some adult fun.

    Your time in Ghana sounds wonderful. You and the other volunteers in the Peace Corps. probably had a lot to do with Ghana being the safe democracy country it is today.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Last night was chilly. I had to shut the bedroom window. Today was sunny and nice at 71˚, a perfect temperature. The heat index around here is usually based on 90˚ or so degrees as the hottest temperature around Boston. Down here it is the 80’s at its hottest.

      Banks and similar businesses were closed today. The dump was closed for the holiday yesterday. The post office was closed today for the holiday. There is a disconnect between the state and federal on that one. Martin Luther King’s Day has been around a long while. I am surprised you have to work it.

      We had a few on the road vacations but none as far as your drive. We stayed on the east coast for all of the trips. I remember going to the Eisenhower Locks, which I really enjoyed, as part of our Niagara Falls trip. That was about the longest one we ever had.

      I think Ghana was remarkable but not because of us. I felt so very lucky once I started living there. Before I got there, I knew little about it. I remember being amazed by everything.

      • Bob Says:

        Yesterday I watched the history of slavery on the Smithsonian Channel and I was fascinated for over three hours. Interestingly, Boris Johnson’s sister went to Istanbul to find out about their great grandmother. She was sold into slavery in the 1800s from the Caucuses region by her father. She was a concubine to a Turkish pasha. A concubine’s children could claim Turkish citizenship. Her son emigrated to England after WWI and changed his Turkish name to Johnson because the Ottoman Turks fought on the losing side with Germany. Who knew that Caucasian woman were highly prized as concubines in Turkey because of their fair complexion and black hair.

        One of the deportation sites for the transatlantic slave trade was in Ghana.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        I remember a Goldie Hawn movie where, without her knowledge, she was to be the wife of the president of an Arabic country. She was a blond, highly desirable in Middle Eastern countries according to the movie’s premise.

        Ghana has slave castles along the coast. One of them has the famous gate of no return. Africans who went through that gate never returned home. They were sold into slavery on the other side of the world, in America. Near where I lived was a slave camp, Africans sold Africans who were then transported down south to ships. Men to sell was a trophy of war.


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