by phil | Aug 10, 2010 | Camels, Ghana, Stories, W. Africa
There is a lot to love about the Yas Guesthouse. First, the guests themselves. The flourescent light importers, the Saudi Arabian rice traders, the Malian couple that fight endlessly, the family of seven that stay in one room and use my doorstep as a playground. Then...
by phil | Aug 7, 2010 | Ghana, W. Africa
Tro-tros are privately run minibuses. They are crowded, uncomfortable and they break-down frequently. They are also incredibly cheap. Within a city, fares are a matter of cents. Every tro-tro has three components: a barely functioning vehicle, a driver, and a mate....
by phil | Aug 1, 2010 | Ghana, Music, Stories, W. Africa
As I mentioned in the last post, I was invited to a graduation. It was a private school, well-funded for Ghana, and they put on a ceremony that was essentially western, but with much more music and dance. Several hours of music and dance in fact. Most entertaining was...
by phil | Jul 26, 2010 | Ghana, Music, W. Africa
The Newtown neighborhood of Accra is loud. Almost all the time. “Allahhhh Huuuu Akbarrrrrrrr” is every morning from 4-530AM (some mosques start late I guess). This is my alarm clock or my second lullaby, depending on when I plan on getting up. My first lullaby, which...
by phil | Jul 12, 2010 | Ghana, Stories, W. Africa
After spending an hour and a half in two different cramped and dilapidated minibuses, I am looking for a shared taxi to my final destination: Beach Road. My first couchsurfing experience has led me to the western-most neighborhoods of Accra, Ghana. Dansuman, Shiabu,...
