Day three of the Ghana road trip: the fun’s not over yet. We stop at a chop bar in Prince’s Town, and I amuse the locals.
Stanley and I were hungry, but he thought there was nothing anywhere close by that was open on a Sunday, but there was.
Stanley said it literally meant “If your wife won’t give you anything to eat, don’t mind her, we’ll feed you here.” We went inside to see what was on the menu. Unfortunately for me, although they had groundnut soup, they only had fish to go with it. I hate fish.
The blue plastic barrel holds clean water for cooking or washing dishes.
I told Stanley to go ahead and have lunch, and I would wait.
In the kitchen they are pounding boiled igname (IN-yam) to make fufu, a lump of dough served with the soup. The Togolese prefer their fufu made strictly of yam, but in Ghana they mix in manioc or cassava. It’s almost tasteless, as nothing else goes in it, not even salt.
Soup is cooking in the corner. West Africans haven’t figured out chimneys. A lot of cooking is done outdoors under just a palm branch roof held up by four poles, so most of the time chimneys aren’t needed. Here they’ve constructed the building with a two foot gap between the top of the wall and the ceiling (see photo above) to let the smoke out.
I assumed this was the dining room, but there were no tables set up today, so Stanley ate inside next to the kitchen. There was a small fridge out here with sodas for sale. I had a Fanta and listened to the highlife music blaring from a nearby boom box.
The people nearby were happy that I wanted to take a picture of this little girl. They snatched the colander out of her mouth, I assume so that it would make a nicer, more dignified photo. But the baby cried, and I asked them to give it back to her. She was immediately mollified.
A young lady was grooving to the highlife tunes and began dancing. I put down my camera and joined her. It created a sensation. The cheers and clapping of the people in the immediate area brought others running from nearby buildings, including Stanley, who was grinning ear to ear. They probably haven’t had that much amusement in months.