Day 112 April 28 Accra, Ghana
More accurately, at Accra’s port, Tema which is about 45 minutes from the centre of town. It’s just a short sail from Takoradi to Tema but it is pirate territory, so precautions were taken overnight and all the decks and verandahs were closed for the second time. No pirates were encountered.
Upon arrival at Tema we were greeted by the sight of a Turkish power ship. It was a first for me. Google tells me there are two in Tema but we only saw one. They are mobile power stations meant as short term solutions to shortages. Together they apparently supply more than 10% of Ghana’s electricity. They run on diesel and are connected into the grid. We were glad the wind was blowing the other way. Apparently, the crew was all Turkish but there is a considerable security staff, who are Ghanaian as they are considered a potential terrorist target.
We’d been to Accra a few years ago but had not seen much more than the road between the airport and the Holiday Inn and then on to the cruise port. We were taking a cruise to Barcelona. So we decided to take an orientation tour but I think we made a mistake in what we chose to do.
First, we had a huge and imposing bus which travelled around the narrow dusty streets of Accra and, in particular, the old town of Jamestown. It was clear that we were unusual as everyone looked at us as we crawled past. 25 white faces peering out got a lot of attention. Soon we had people raising their fists at us and shouting. When we tried to stop near the old lighthouse to have a look we were told in no uncertain terms we were not welcome. It became quite threatening.
With hindsight I think we were behaving culturally irresponsibly as we were there, in the locals view, to gawk at their poverty. While the tour organisers should have recognised our inappropriateness, I did feel a bit guilty.
We went on to the impressive Kwame Nkrumah Memorial which is very run down and in a park which, strangely, was locked to locals on a Sunday. Only tour groups were inside. There are few enough parks in Accra. One statue of the first president had lost is head in a riot when it stood outside parliament. The other one had him dressed as a Roman emperor. We also saw a coffin maker who makes unusual coffins which is apparently a niche but growing business in Ghana. I can’t imagine being buried in a Ghana Airways plane.
All up it was an interesting day. The poverty is evident everywhere sadly.
Now it is three days at sea as we head up the West Africa Coast to Banjul in The Gambia.