I want to take a moment to describe tros. And in general what Ive already observed about how Ghana seems to be in a constant chaos that somehow works itself out. A small bus comes to a fast stop. People pile out. Theres a driver and a mate ($ collector). The mate is in the cabin, you dont even interact with the driver. The mate hangs out the window and yells slang for the destination. Example our mate would yell Accra-ccra-ccra-ccraa! Accra-ccra-ccra-ccraa! Then he holds up fingers for spots left, you for needed spots, if it works youre on.
Then the adventure begins. Packing in is an understatment. Look at this bus. How many people do you think can fit? Wrong. 23. Yeah. Ridonculous. Its hot, its dusty, its loud. You dont pay when you get on the tro. You dont pay when you get off. YOu pay at a seemingly ambiguous spot along the trip that all the locals seem to know. You pass your money over 20 hands to hte mate and they fight for you to get the right change. You get in clean, you leave clay red. I stuck my head out the window, I get why dogs do it now. I think it goes without saying that theres no AC. The roads are bad, the shocks on the tros arent great and youre bouncing around the hwole time. When I can ill take a picture of the tro station. Its a huge mess of busses with no signage whatsoever but all all the locals know what goes where. You just ask and they point.
more to come
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