Having temporarily satisfied my shopping quota, it was time to head to Kokrobite (ko-KRO-bi-tay), some 19 kilometers away. I had a reservation at Big Milly’s, a beach hotel that featured drumming and dance troupe performances on Friday nights.
Before we could do that, however, we had a slight vehicle emergency: the brake fluid was rapidly draining out of the reservoir. Stanley got us safely to a mechanic somewhere in the bowels of Accra, who figured out the problem in minutes. It was something that had to do with a seal that had gone bad. Some sealer was applied, which was supposed to hold us over until we reached Axim a few days later, where Stanley said he could get the part needed to make the repair. The sealer worked, and in about fifteen minutes we were on our way again.
By this time it was 4:00 pm, and commuter traffic was stacking up. We were again reduced to a crawl, so it was time for more pictures.
A chop bar is an informal restaurant that serves local food. It’s not a fast food place, more like a diner in a small town. I’ll go into more detail about Ghanaian food in a later post. Ghanaians are very spiritual, and many businesses incorporate a religious aspect into their names.
Anywhere that traffic is heavy or is forced to slow down or stop, you’ll see vendors selling things to people in the cars. Often it’s food or drink, handy if you’re a passenger in a bus or taxi and have a long way to go. But you’ll see almost anything for sale on someone’s head. The two women on the left with baskets on their heads are selling dried plantain chips.
Considering the way most people drive here, it was nerve wracking to see the numbers of people walking between moving cars, even if most of the vehicles were moving slowly. Pedestrians have no right of way, so if you get hit, it’s your tough luck. And look at the arms on the guy with the apples!