Today was a travel day, from Ho back
to Accra. After the usual pack and sweep
of the room, I headed out on the streets of Ho in search of an Accra-bound
trotro. It was a quick ten minute walk
to Ho station, and not ten steps in I spotted a car and hopped in. It was the “nicest” trotro I’d ever been in –
so nice, apparently, that the staff chose to keep on the protective plastic
seat covers that came with the car!
In any case, it was a comfy ride, and it had air conditioning! (I’ve NEVER seen AC in a trotro before). Of course, the dream car was too good to be true, and after four hours on the road we reached our “final destination” – 37 station, a few miles from Tudu station where the driver and I negotiated he’d take me. No dice!
In any case, it was a comfy ride, and it had air conditioning! (I’ve NEVER seen AC in a trotro before). Of course, the dream car was too good to be true, and after four hours on the road we reached our “final destination” – 37 station, a few miles from Tudu station where the driver and I negotiated he’d take me. No dice!
I ended up finding a cab that drove
me the extra few miles for only a few Cidis more, and just as easily found a
large trotro to take me to Amasaman road for only one Cidi! As always, it was quite nice to return “home”
to the joy family lodge. Frank and James
greeted me, I had a nice plate of chicken and rice, and was even able to cool
down for a few minutes before the power went out.
With no AC, my plans to take a nice
shower and remain non-sticky for the afternoon evaporated, so I decided I’d
check out the Amasaman area a few miles down the road.
I got directions to take me through the
residential area past a few schools. I
took a picture of what I though was an eerie juxtaposition of schoolyard
innocence and stark anti-burglary imagery.
I suppose the kids are safe, though! Further down the road, I encountered my first elusive Zoomlion dustbin.
I suppose the kids are safe, though! Further down the road, I encountered my first elusive Zoomlion dustbin.
I couldn’t decide whether to be
happy to have finally found one, or disappointed to see how the community
members frame the waste receptacle. For
hundreds of feet on both directions of the street, plastic and non-biodegradable
waste formed a carpet, getting thicker as I approached the dustbin. Of course I’m not sure for certain (or who to
blame), but it looks as if the community members get their rubbish as close to
the dustbin as possible without getting it in
the actual dustbin. Because Zoomlion
employees have a reputation, a job, rather, to peruse the street and pick up
trash to bring to the dustbin, I imagine that the community just gets their
trash as close as they can and figure Zoomlion will do the rest. Just as likely, however, is the possibility
that Zoomlion has such infrequent and irregular pickups that community members
are forced to bring it close to the dustbin in hopes that it will be picked
up. I’ll have to interview some folks
and find out!
The main mission of my walk, of
course, was to go grocery shopping. As a
solo traveler covering a lot of ground here, I’m finally realizing how little
variety there is in cooked food. Aside
from breakfast which is the same all over the country – bread, tea, egg –
Ghanaians have little choice what to eat in chop bars and restaurants too. Most often, light soup, some kind of meat or
fish, and some starch (fufu, banku, or rice) is THE meal of choice here. If you want to pay a little extra, there’s
the possibility of buying noodles or spaghetti, and slapping some tomato paste
on it (my meal of choice, as far as dinner goes).
I’ve found salvation in the markets
– the opportunity to add some flavor and much needed vitamins to my diet has
proven the most important factor to keeping me happy and healthy. So, check out what I got for the next few
days. I hit three or four stands at the
market, a small store by the roadside, and charmed whoever I could with my Twi
and Ga (a greater Accra variation on Twi).
I ended up spending exactly 20 Cidis, which is a pretty penny (You’ve
got to remember, I’m in Accra, the biggest city and the capital. It’s like shopping for food in downtown San
Francisco or New York). However, on the
flip side, 20 Cidis is about $10.05. So,
at the end of the day, I purchased 5 large 1.5 liter bottles of water (I drink
1-2 a day, it’s hot here!), 4 “VitaMilk,” (a soy milk drink with vitamins…), 4
oranges (Ankah), 3 bananas, two HUGE mangoes, a whole pineapple (cut right in
front of me!), and of course, a small bag of ground nuts (peanuts) for
protein. Try buying that in America for
ten bucks!
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