The Driving Adventure to Krobo and Back

Saturday, we waited around most of the morning for the car to return, so we could make it to Krobo where they hold a be bead market on Wednesdays and Saturdays. The beads made in Krobo are the popular Ghanaian beads you see in shops in the U.S.

The market was completely fabulous and fascinating. Row upon row upon row of tables of beads. It was like being a kid in a candy store. They are exquisitely beautiful, and I purchased I don’t know how my hundreds of $ worth (ikes!). I haven’t quite figured out the conversion but I think I bought $150 worth of beads — a huge bag at any rate. So, I’ll be making lots of jewelry for presents next Christmas.

The other part of the market contains all kinds of products displayed on tables below shelters made of overlapped fronds.

I’m sorry to be writing so briefly. I’m at the Internet cafe with a bad keyboard and not much time left, so the pictures will have to tell the story.

We delivered the computer Eliana gave me to bring to Global Mamma’s nonprofit organization that makes a variety of beaded products. Thomas and Gladys were so sweet and gave each of the women a gift of earrings, necklace and bracelet. Also, a gift for Eliana of course!

We hurried back to Accra to try to make it in time to attend a Muslim wedding party where the Nat Dance Ensemble would perform. However, we were delayed for 4 HOURS in the most heinous traffic in the 3rd world. OMG!!!!!!!! The Ghanaians driving technique is like a game of chicken. Aggressive is the word to use, but their form of aggression makes New York taxi cab drivers seem rather polite and easy going. Typically, there are no lights or they are ignored for the most part. If you are lucky, there are two lanes of traffic, but sometimes not. Merging, you just get as close as physically possible to the car next to you without actually hitting it and then depending on how you do this, you’ll either get in where you want or push up against another car.

Adjei was driving, and it took him a little awhile to stop cursing at the traffic and just get into his proper Ghanaian driver mindset and charge on through. The traffic in Accra is probably worse than it’s ever been, and I don’t ever want to be in it again, though that is unavoidable.

Clara, the woman who is hosting me in Kumasi, remarked to Adjei as he charged into oncoming traffic, “Mr. Abankwah, I do value my life.”

We were soooo happy to be home, that we clapped in the car when we arrived safe and sound back in the courtyard. Needless to say, we couldn\t make it to the party and were greeted by a wonderful meal when we arrived home at almost 10 pm. — I think I may have spent more time in a car since being here than on my entire flight!!!

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