Here is our local bike club, The Chain Gang, getting ready for another Sunday morning ride. They meet at 8am, chit-chat for a while until someone decides to roll out - usually around 9am. First stop is generally 9:02 at the local gas station to pump up the tires. Around 9:15 we roll out in earnest. We were told by two Australians that 8AM GMT is also known as Ghana-Man Time. Makes sense.
Yesterday, Sunshine (white/blue shirt, shorts with yellow stripe) informed us that the ride would take us out to the former salt ponds area west of Accra. I've explored quite a bit by bike, but have yet to go many places alone - somewhat for safety, but also because maps detail is lacking.
Some more photos along the way.
Approaching Independence Square on the way out of Osu.
Passing through Jamestown.
A very determined and impatient driver.
Ah, the things that you don't experience speeding along in a air conditioned car. The blaring high-life music. Curious children.
Traffic jams. Weaving and rattling tro-tros loading and unloading passengers. The open gutters and odor.
Ahh...love those tro-tros at Kaneshi Market.
The ride was dragging on and seeming more like a death race than a recreational ride. We decided to call it a day and meander back home on our own.
2 comments:
Happy Thanksgiving, Brian and Susan. Glad to meet the Chain Gang and to view how you share the road with those air-conditioned vehicles. (By the way, has yours arrived yet?)
No car yet, although it has been sitting in customs for nearly a month now while the expeditor sorts out his paperwork - which seems to be quite challenging. So only thirteen weeks since we last saw it in Baltimore and frustration is setting in. I wasn't terribly attached to the car, but relying solely on bikes, taxis and kindness of friends w/ cars has it's limitations.
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