Frankie's Hotel and Restaurant
Travel Blogs from Accra
The trip continues...
... who arrived without a bag) I was asked to come and see if my bag was in their holding storage. Sure enough, it was! Somehow in all the shuffling the suitcase had arrived on a flight before I did. I’ve no idea how that happened unless they put it on a freight plane somewhere, because I thought my plane was the fastest connection to get here. Wonder if it would be faster next time if I just rode over as checked baggage… J From the time Mary dropped me off at ...
Kokrobite, Accra
... Brain ist der Fall einfacher, der Schwachkopf hat statt des Wassers aus dem Brunnen, das trinkbar ist, das Wasser genommen, das zum wässern der Pflanzen verwendet wird, weil er dachte, es sei auch trinkbar. Eine Flasche Wasser kostet 50 Eurocent.
Er liegt im Moment noch am Tropf in der Klinik, weil er völlig dehydriert ist und wird wohl erst morgen wieder aus der Klinik kommen. Wir bleiben also noch eine Nacht in ...
Gekookte appel
... de eigenaar van het cafeetje wat ik had gekocht en hoeveel ik had betaald. Toen hij de prijs hoorde ging ie het tegen allemaal andere mensen vertellen... kennelijk had ik een noemenswaardig goeie deal. (hoeveel teveel ik voor de andere souvenirs heb betaald weet ik niet... maar toch...)
Ook vandaag verbaasde ik me er weer over hoe veilig ik me in Ghana voel. Ik kwam met mijn souvenirtjes in de taxi. Omdat taxi's hier geen airco hebben (het zijn namelijk de in Nederland ...
Ghanaian Adventures!
... then seeing themselves on camera. But even more so, they like taking the pictures – and they are good at it! As the ceremony commenced, we met our host moms. My host mom’s name was Stella and she has two daughters, Sarah and Benedicta. Fortunately, my host family had just moved back from Accra, so they all spoke English. Sarah and I became the very close in the next day that I spent with them, and I already miss her dearly. Although she was only nine, she was truly ...
I'm ghana be honest...
... advertise it as a refreshing drink after a long day’s work in the sun… hardly! A couple of guys asked for my number and wanted to take me to the beach…something I thought that was a bit odd given the homophobic tendencies of most Ghanaians, I pretended not to understand and later found out from Sammy they actually wanted to mug me! Me and Andrew stayed till closing time when a rain storm began which was refreshing although all the locals thought we were ...