Accra, aaa crawl

We left at a reasonable time from Cape Coast to go a few hundred K to Accra. As expected we didn't get into Accra as we thought, somehow we missed the ringroad, I think I know now where we missed the turn. 15.00 at Kwame Nkruma roundabout (we think). So only a few miles to go. We didn't realise walking would be faster. Standing in the traffic jam there is not much to do other then philosophise: thank the lord for airco and why don't they sell bags to wee in? In the traffic jam we were able to buy snacks, water, drinks, steering wheels, carpets... I think somebody was selling his mother. But what do you do when nature calls? Wonder how locals solve this problem and how the Trotros (taxi minibus) smell.

The first hotel was not quite what we were looking for and as we wanted to spend some days in Accra a nice hotel would be no luxury. So after checking a few we ended up in a more upmarket hotel, Roots with a little kitchenette.

Fancy room

Sea view

love the view into the roofless house

Next day we went to the mall - South African supermarket fun! Yeah. unfortunately the mall is at the last roundabout out of town and the exit was not super clear. So we ended up following the road well out of town with no opportunity to turn.

We ate and drank incredibly well - homemade bacon sandwiches in the morning, and occasional forays into fast food because we could - I mean who doesn't love KFC?














Sorry, not many real photo-opportunities in Accra apart from this photo service. It turned out a bit blue, that is my smartphone trying to compensate.



The National Cultural centre was a big tourist market, complete with quasi-rastas telling you they knew you wanted no hassle, but insisting you went to their shop. We followed, we ignored, and we went our own way, our aliases Rachel and John weren't very good at paying attention to them calling us.

Part of the fun in another country we find the TV programmes. We saw "Who wants to be rich?" They can't afford to promise 1 million Cedi (500.ooo Pound, 450.000 Euro), the maximum was only about 50.000 Cedi. At least now we know that the Ghanees president Kwame Nkruma died in April 1972.