There is simply no word
that can apply appropriately to the unique tro-tro experience in
Ghana; this will stay in my memory forever. You wait for the
dilapidated tro-tro to full up under the unendurable sun heat,
which takes 2 hours if you are not lucky. Then, 30 people squeezed
into a van that fits only 20; you are setting next to an African
woman who eats ‘plenty,’ it is hot inside, smelly,
uncomfortable, and dawdle. But that is ok; you are only hoping not
getting into a Bumpy Dusty Road and the tro-tro would breakdown in
the middle of nowhere.
Then you get out, need to catch another tro-tro.
A journey of 200km can take a day.
I laugh.
Then you get out, need to catch another tro-tro.
A journey of 200km can take a day.
I laugh.