First night in Accra

March 25th, 2009 by Elias Parisca

When we get to the taxi station to get a cab to the hostel, Joy starts arguing with a driver in his local language (Ewe) and things start getting a little heated. Here’s where I say, “well, here we are,” as I prepare myself for some action. I try to slow things down by asking what’s going on and what all the yelling is about, but I clearly have no authority in what’s going on, and right when I became sure that things were going to get physical, things sort of quieted down, the two guys shook hands, Joy said something that made the other guy laugh, the driver opened the door for me, we got in his cab, and we were on our way. To this moment I have no idea what happened (I didn’t ask since I didn’t want the argument to resurface), but it was probably one of the strangest interactions I’ve ever seen.

We arrived at the little hostel, which wasn’t too bad. My room had a double-bed, with a fan, no sheets on the bed, a broken-down bathroom but with running water. So couldn’t complain. Even with a fan though, the night was extremely hot! I still managed to get some restful sleep.