Taxi! Pretty much any small car can be made into a taxi, it just needs these yellow-orange panels on the corners. Every day, as I walk along the side of the road, every single taxi honks as it passes by, waving it’s hand at me as if to ask ‘Where are you going?’ They’re more expensive than tro-tros. Always a couple cedi at least. Tro-tro’s are way more affordable—the most expensive ride I’ve had is 55 pesewas which comes out to about 40 cents.

A tiny, bitty snapshot of Makola Market. We usually go to Madina which is further north but Makola is the place for cloth. Makola is right in central Accra, close to the water and everywhere else you want to go. They sell just about everything too. Meat, crabs, snails, jewelry, pots, pans, shea butter, produce (I bought eggplant and cucumber today!) and probably a million other things I can’t remember.

The ubiquitous trotro. I’ll post a picture of a taxi as well since the former and latter make up about 80% of Ghanaian traffic, no lie.

I’m not sure where this is but there are a couple stations within Accra that have hundreds of these waiting for customers. One is Tema Station—or Main Station—next to Makola Market. It’s filled with tons of vendors selling whatever you need, as well. Then there’s 37 Station. It’s called 37 because of it’s location next to the 37 Military Hospital but I’m not quite sure why that number.

Anyway, the tro-tro’s range from pretty nice 15-20 passenger vans to deathtraps on wheels with wood boards covering the floor and the side door tied on with rope. Each one has a different saying on the back, usually religious, although my favorite so far is “Trust in Ale”. I’ll try to write down some other funny ones.

So far, I’ve had a hard time uploading my pictures here at the mall so I’m currently finding some pics on google to give you guys an idea of how things are here.

This is what an average fabric vendor looks like. Rows upon rows of fabrics in every color and pattern you can imagine. I get so dizzy and overwhelmed staring at them all, especially because I can’t imagine pulling half of them off the way Ghanaian women do!