We arrived in Techiman at dusk, already too dark to get any photos. Like every other Ghanaian city, Techiman was congested, dusty, polluted, animated and actually possibly even a bit interesting. Unfortunately, the motel we were headed for was at the edge of town. There were no stores or restaurants nearby and nothing close to walk to of any interest.
The Premier Palace Motel wasn’t very premier, and it certainly was no palace. The first thing that struck me as we walked in the door was the overwhelming odor of insecticide. The modestly priced room had a funky, fake fur not too clean looking bedspread. It probably was clean, it just didn’t look inviting. Fake fur, in the tropics? Come on!
Dinner was fine, other than the wilted lettuce with a slop of mayo and ketchup thrown on top of it which I assume was their idea of a salad with homemade dressing. I didn’t touch it.
Spent the rest of the evening listening to a French cable channel on TV, which was nice since I was now out of stunning ocean views to gaze upon, while catching up my journal. I could hear music playing loudly from somewhere in the hotel over the noise of the fan and the television. By the time I had finished, I was tired enough to sleep, so I didn’t miss going out after all.
Either the music stopped shortly after I turned the lights out or I was tired enough that I fell asleep despite it. Either way, I got a pretty good night’s sleep.