We left Abidjan this morning. David and I are going to visit the old slave forts in Cape Coast before returning to Accra, to catch a flight off the continent.
We were driven to the Ivory Coast/Ghanian border by chatty Conan, who drives for AP journalists and tourists, too. Conan dropped us off at the depot on the Ghana side, a covered area with some food stalls and rows of wooden benches. We got to know it pretty well. We waited literally forever for a bus.
We were driven to the Ivory Coast/Ghanian border by chatty Conan, who drives for AP journalists and tourists, too. Conan dropped us off at the depot on the Ghana side, a covered area with some food stalls and rows of wooden benches. We got to know it pretty well. We waited literally forever for a bus.
While we were waiting, two men got into a fist fight in the dusty square in front. Several times, we almost lost heart, but my personal saving grace was a puppy named Mimi, owned by a young man named Christ Emmanuel. Christ had just bought the little ragamuffin in Abidjan and was taking him home to Accra.
I also ate some boiled peanuts.
We finally got on the bus, which was, thankfully, air-conditioned. The driver screened several entertainments, including music videos and the zaniest Nigerian movie. I was never really sure about the plot, but it did involve a small man or boy who spoke in various accents, and a shunned woman in love with a man named Moses. The dialogue was in a mish mash of English and some African tongues I couldn't identify.
The ride was otherwise quite uneventful. The usual scenery, including a few coffin makers by the side of the road, their coffins lined up in a neat row outside the shop. Did I tell you you can buy bottles of liquor at the gas stations?
At the Cape Coast end, we got a ride with Belo Mohammed to the Mighty Victory hotel, and though David asked we never did find out quite what the Mighty Victory was. Had Red Red (black eyed peas in tomato sauce and fried plantain) and chicken Palaver for dinner and slipped into sheets embossed with the logo of the hotel, a mighty blue circle with the letters M and V inside.
We finally got on the bus, which was, thankfully, air-conditioned. The driver screened several entertainments, including music videos and the zaniest Nigerian movie. I was never really sure about the plot, but it did involve a small man or boy who spoke in various accents, and a shunned woman in love with a man named Moses. The dialogue was in a mish mash of English and some African tongues I couldn't identify.
The ride was otherwise quite uneventful. The usual scenery, including a few coffin makers by the side of the road, their coffins lined up in a neat row outside the shop. Did I tell you you can buy bottles of liquor at the gas stations?
At the Cape Coast end, we got a ride with Belo Mohammed to the Mighty Victory hotel, and though David asked we never did find out quite what the Mighty Victory was. Had Red Red (black eyed peas in tomato sauce and fried plantain) and chicken Palaver for dinner and slipped into sheets embossed with the logo of the hotel, a mighty blue circle with the letters M and V inside.
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