By virtue of my friend M’s gracious friends I didn’t have to travel by public transport for the first two days of my visit to Ghana but I eventually ventured onto public transport. I decided to travel by taxi. Aside from some attempts at arbitrary price hikes (the ‘tourist rate’) and traffic jams (both issues I’ll discuss in a later post), my taxi experiences haven’t been bad. I haven’t yet been able to summon up the will-power to travel on a TroTro though- I’ve travelled on the Nigerian equivalent and I’m not in too much of a hurry to repeat the experience if I don’t have to. Still, I’m keen to convey something of the experience. Thankfully, Ghanaian poet, Kwadwo Kwarteng manages this beautifully. His poem and Kinna’s intro can be read here on the Kinna Reads blog. Enjoy.
Just wanted to say how much I’m enjoying your posts! Accra is suddenly looking very attractive… I’m also weeping hot, salty tears of envy as I read your description of the heat. In the words of Liz Lemon in 30 Rock, “I want to go to there…”
@YorubaGirl I fear I’m morphing into something of a bore when it comes to the delights of Accra but… seriously, you’ve got to visit.