Last night, we went out with all
the volunteers in Accra to Venus, a Lebanese place with decent food and great
atmosphere, followed by Vienna City, a night club where we got to dance with
the locals and even met someone from Michigan. A taxi into the city is a 20
minute drive for GHC8 for 5 people; cramming 5 passengers into a 4-passenger
taxi is common practice, but is technically against the law, and one of our
taxis got pulled over by a police officer who yelled at the driver, then let
the passengers go on their way in another taxi (still with 5 passengers in the
car, strangely enough). This morning, we were told the van driver would arrive
at 12pm, but since he had to drive the six hour route from Kumasi first, we
were in no hurry and left for lunch at the Chinese place down the street at
2pm. We got a frantic call from the Telecentre front desk at 2:30pm when we
were waiting for our food telling us that the driver had arrived and wasn't
willing to wait for us. Apparently Ghanaian Mean Time only applies to drivers
and not their passengers, but the food took so long that we didn't end up
leaving for Kumasi until 3:30pm anyway.
The drive north was along the
bumpy route with long stretches under construction over dirt paths full of
potholes. It wasn't until we arrived that we found out there's an alternate
mountain route we could have taken that takes about the same length of time to
drive and is much prettier and smoother, and that the last time one of the
drivers took volunteers up this route, the van flipped. That driver got fired for the incident, but we didn't know this when the volunteers warned us about the ride as we got into the van. Driving here must take an
incredible amount of skill and awareness, because road lines are nonexistent or
ignored; people, animals, and cross-traffic pass in front of oncoming cars
without looking; and outside of a handful of traffic lights deep downtown, all
intersections are unmarked traffic circles for major roads or side streets that
dead end into main roads with no stop or yield signs. The speed limit is
however fast you think you can go without hitting someone else. The most common
practice for passing, turning, or merging is to honk your horn and push
through; turn signals and yielding are foreign concepts here. In fact, we told
one of the translators about how in North America people cross the street at
crosswalks once all traffic has stopped, and she found that idea hilarious.
A group of journalism students from the University of Oregon are in Ghana as well right now, and I stumbled across their blog while researching for this one. One student posted a nice description of what traffic is like here. I wouldn't describe traffic here as an "intricate dance", though. True, there isn't a car crash or daily traffic jam in sight. Yet still, it's obvious that driving here is terrifying. You will rarely find a car driven by a non-professional driver. I have seen, on more than one occasion, a car stop in the middle of an intersection to have the driver get out, go up to the driver of the car in front of him, and start yelling. It's the equivalent of getting pulled over for reckless driving, I suppose. The system works, but I doubt it would stand if the car:person ratio in Ghana (33 cars for each 1000 people) approached that of the US (812 cars for each 1000 people).
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