Goats

Each day, I sit in the dining room which is basically a very large screened in porch and I hear the cars zipping by. I also get to listen to this rhythmical sound coming from the direction of the bus station. Really quick I frequency spurts...they remind me of goats. Truly, there must be a bunch of goats over in that direction.

So, the other day I decided to for a walk to find the dang goats. I exited the fenced in wall of our offices and turned right. I began walking looking for the goats. The first thing you come to is the bus station. Now, when I say bus what I really should say is one of those VW vans. Each "bus" is painted green with yellow letters for 'bus". Most are are packed sky high with people. The 'bus" rides so low that I wonder how it continues to operate. There is no sign on the bus telling you were it is going...so I often wonder how they know if they have the right bus.

No goats there and so I walk on past the bus station to the soveigner shops...still no goats but the sound is now behind me.

I realize that the goats are really people walking around the bus station yelling out something. I understand little sango so I had no clue what they were yelling. But it made me smile that they sound like goats.

I later asked Bob. He said they yell out the neighborhoods that they are traveling to....Ah...so now I understand how they know which bus goes where...they yell like a goat and all is understood.