Kumasi

The drive from Wa to Kumasi was not very eventful, roads varied from reasonable dirtroad to good tarmac.













The differences with Burkina were small. Just some small differences we noticed:

Women sitting sideways as a passenger on motos. More tin roofs on houses (more wealth). Girls with very short hair, we assume obligatory by school. Worse roads. People speaking bad english instead of reasonable french.

Our arrival in Kumasi was some sort of adventure. As often we had no clue where the map started and had to get some sense of the scale. This is very difficult when there are no streetnames and no big landmarks. Later it turned out that the map was wrong as well. Kumasi was a lot bigger than I expected.


At some point I saw what seems to be the largest wasteground ever with people walking amidst junk and some small rubbish fires. Than the street turned into a market. We were stuck in between sellers, pedestrians and taxis either not moving or pushing their way in every direction. We guessed this should be the centre. With some luck and asking we did find the hotel we were aiming for.












love the shoe display!














The owner of the hotel explained the situation to us. The market had just been cleared that week. The marketsellers, mostly ladies, were offered a place in the new market, but they refused due to the increased price. So with no place to go the market has moved to the surrounding streets, creating chaos. As the hotel was right next to the market it is bad business for them.

The next (sunday)morning we noticed we were in a christian area of town, singing next door. We went to the cultural centre around the corner. The restaurant was not open, even if the sign said so. So, off to the streets to find something to eat, and we did. We thought we could eat it there, but the girl made it a take away. We took it to eat at the cultural centre grounds next to a place where a service was going on. A lot of yelling the same sentence over and over and shouting to 'cheeses' (I think they mean Jesus).
















Black coffee, coffee with milk, pineapple and an omelette sandwich. Tasty, but drinking coffee from a bag is a skill we have yet to master.

We spent quite a lot of time relatively at a local bar, the streets next to the hotel were market, and town itself seemed to be closed for Sunday, its a hard life.

On our exploring we found out why Kumasians are fatter, "NO KEEP FIT" on the road to the airport.