Next day I nearly managed to get up in time, but not quite. My jet lag from
working nights at the weekend was still killing me, and I was still in that
dump. I wasn’t really sure what to expect from the country but it was kind
of weird after SE Asia, with wall to wall tourists, to see only a few
‘burundis’ (white people) out and about. Still Ghanaian people would regularly
stop and chat with me, taxi drivers were quite cool, once you established the
fare. Woe betide anyone who jumped into a Ghanaian taxi without asking the
fare, as then they have you over a barrel. But a typical conversation goes:
Do you know how to get to the museum?
yes, get in
how much?
its ok lets go
how much?
I know, I know, get in, lets go!
how much?
I take you, get in!
how much?
(pause)
30,000 cedis
no, 15,000…
(pause)
ok

After a few times doing this, you just say ‘museum, I pay 15,000′. But if
you’ve never been somewhere its kinda hard to judge. Accra was ok I guess,
hardly thrilling as a capital, very low, very spread out, probably not the
best place to be sitting down doing nothing all day. I had a quiet last day
in the capital, did my laundry and packed my bag, determined to get out the
next day if it killed me.



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