Day four of the Ghana road trip: the perils of driving in Ghana.
Beyin was the furthest westerly point on my trip. Now we would head north towards Kumasi. But because there aren’t very many roads leading north, we would have to backtrack almost to Cape Coast to get onto one.
Tailgating, anyone? Note how closely the white van is tailgating the truck in the oncoming lane. Also tailgating is the Nissan pickup, right behind the tanker truck. The SUV in the right lane is already over the line, getting ready to pass as soon as the oncoming traffic clears. Doesn’t matter that there’s a curve coming up.
Between Kokrobite and Cape Coast, there was a police checkpoint. These are found here and there where the police will check for drugs or whatever. Most of the time they wave you through, but this time the policeman made Stanley stop.
Stanley got out of the car and pleaded his case with the policeman. There is no excuse for not wearing a seat belt that I could think of that a police officer would accept. I was curious to hear Stanley’s argument, but most of the debate was out of earshot. Stanley got back in shortly, clicked on his seat belt and we proceeded.
Any money given to a policeman on the site of an infraction is understood to go into the policeman’s pocket. I assumed the cost of the ticket was probably more than the — um — “incentive” that Stanley offered.
After that, Stanley wore his seatbelt. On leaving the Axim Beach Hotel, though, I noticed he wasn’t wearing it.
“Are there no police stops around here?” I asked, pointing to his seatbelt. He pulled over immediately.
“I forgot,” he grinned. “But there will be.” He clicked it on.