Another random blog post before I head off for my fieldwork for two months or so, where I will probably be beyond the reach of internet, telephone or even electricity for the most part of the trip.
Lately, I've become a big fan of writing in Markdown, and more I use it, more I like it, especially when I can export what I writing in the format that others want without me having to spend a lot of my time trying to format the text. Although I have a pretty good setups to write in Markdown at home in my Mac and on my iPad, I haven't yet found an app that I'm completely happy with for my Windows 7 PC in office. As I am looking for and trying new Markdown apps for Windows 7, I have found one that is Open Source and looks pretty feature rich, and it lets me publish on my blogs directly - its called MarkPad. If you are into Markdown writing, its worth a spin.
Now, for my fieldwork, I'm heading to Madagascar and will spend most of my time there in the eastern rainforest. Its the rainy season there so expecting lots of torrential rain, probably some typhoons, and plenty of mosquito and leeches. I'm prepared though, and very much looking forward to it
What an ordeal I had to go through to spend a weekend in Tamale! On Friday I finished my work in the village by mid-morning, hoping I would be picked up by a friend who was supposed to be passing by the place before lunch. As it happens so often here, I waited and waited without any sign of that friend coming or of any news about his whereabouts. Sent a couple of messages but no response, finally called around lunchtime when he said I should wait for him and that he'd be coming shortly. I had my lunch in the village, and continued with my wait. I was reading Dostoevsky's The Gambler and had a couple of dozen pages left, which I finished not so long afterwards, but still no sign of my friend! Around 3pm I received a text message from him telling me he'd be setting off in one hour and should be there shortly afterwards. I decided to wait another hour and half (this was a big mistake as I later found out!). I waited for another couple of hours and he didn't come. At around 5:30, I received a final text in which he said his company doesn't allow him to use company vehicle after 6pm so can't return to Tamale! I was just too tired and sick of waiting to even be angry with him. I just told myself I'll get to Tamale that evening no matter what, and so waited for a local mini-bus or tro-tro.
This wouldn't even tro-tro : A relic from the past in Gbimsi.
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