It was slightly better than the “Get You There” that Bockarie had taken to Kono. The Bedford wound its way through the dams, the driver honking every so often to alert other drivers to the presence of his vehicle, as its headlights were barely as bright as an old flashlight. About ten minutes into the journey, they nearly had two accidents. The first came about because a sharp turn had been constructed the night before and the sign to turn left came into view only when the driver was faced with a pile of iron pipes and machines parked at the edge of the dam. He applied the brakes, which grumbled with a terrible sound, to slow down enough to just make the turn. The passengers fell on one another this way and that. Everyone was now properly awake. “This road changes so often that I am never sure where I will end up,” the driver said, laughing. Turning back to the passengers, he went on, “Now that you are all awake, I will collect the fare while we are all still alive.” He signaled for his apprentice, who went around and collected the money.
