One of the most interesting things about travel in Ghana is the amount and varied types of commerce that takes place alongside of the road.
Anywhere that buses or tro tros (minivans or trucks owned privately as a means of public transportation) stop to let passengers on and off is where vendors congregate. You can get fresh fruit, sachets of water and bread as well as a variety of nonfood items. Have exact change ready, the driver is leaving soon!
As we got further into rural areas, this type of business was more common. Here we have I’m not sure what in the plastic sacks. Usually it’s charcoal, but not in this case. On the table in the jugs is palm oil for cooking.
Oranges are green here, but no less sweet. People here usually cut off one end and suck out the juice. In Togo they thought it was weird that I peeled and ate the whole thing.
I hate to admit I didn’t eat one fresh pineapple while I was in Ghana, and they are so good here. It’s not something you can grab and go, you need a knife to peel and cut it. It’s messy and sticky, and you’d have to eat it all in one sitting. None of those things go well with a road trip.
Blue bags of banku are frequently for sale along this road. Banku is a ball of fermented cassava dough, served with soup. I can’t say I like the taste of fermented anything, except for San Francisco sourdough bread.