Sunday in Accra

We went to the beach (yes, famous Labadi Beach). I had a hard time keeping all the vendors at a distance. My usual “later” did not really work here. One of the guys really came back later, and we had to say “no” again and again. He was quite persistent. 

A word on taxis in Accra: I have never before been to a place where there are so many taxis. They honk at every “Obruni” (white person). Never forget to negotiate the price before you get in! Meanwhile we are quite good at it. Before we went to the beach I checked with the hotel staff on a price to be expected, and she said about 15 Cedi -  we paid 10 Cedi each way.

But look at the taxi! Mirrors in bits and pieces, the inside was a total mess, everything broken, the doors were difficult to close. A 33 year old Opel Kadett, as Salomon, the taxi driver, proudly explained.

Despite the very old car - he brought us back safely.

It was at least making a living for him and his family.

More to come,

Cynthia