It’s been a while: too much traveling, too much work. Nice to be back in Accra to enjoy the cooler weather. Under 30C, a little overcast many days: I’ve been walking and walking, enjoying being outside without immediately dripping with sweat. The rainy season is here, which is such a nice change.
A kenkey shack. Kenkey is a sourdough dumpling usually served with pepper sauce and fried fish or soup, stew. Many great signs, but it is hard to take pictures here so when it’s a weekend, I try to capture a bit of Accra. It’s not just deep choked gutters, goats and poverty, there are also modern buildings, a lively arts scene and very nice people.
The National Theatre, very sweeping and white.
Two Canadians were kidnapped in Kumasi. Thank goodness they have been rescued, and of course we are told the kidnappers were all Nigerian. Nigerians are blamed for a lot of crime here. There have been several kidnappings here in the last months, so we are keeping an ear out. Being told not to take taxis or Ubers is not really practical for many of us, and generally Accra is not that unsafe so far.
So I’ve had my walks, looking at chop shops (food shacks) which are often seem to have bits of shipping containers in their structure. Trees and churches, bored guards on plastic chairs, chickens, compound walls with “PROPERTY NOT FOR SALE” or “DO NOT URINATE HERE”, discarded water sachets, carefully swept sidewalks. Lottery booths, kids in school uniforms, early morning joggers, ladies selling bread rolls or bananas, tro-tros (minibus taxis) with Shatta Wale pictures.
Beautiful baskets, of course. (Yes, I bought another one.)
Here you are: tro-tro with a) religious phrase and b) Shatta Wale!