A great feature of Accra is the street vendor. Not by the street; in the middle of it. In a 400 metre stretch between two pairs of reluctant traffic lights I was offered-a set of car mats, two jars of peanut butter, a complete tool set, a gardening set, flags of All nations -the Union flag was upside down but it is the thought etc, a small wardrobe, various jams with peeling labels, a small bench, a picnic chair, a bag of brownish sugar, yesterdays paper, to days ditto, a hand carved tribal mask, a shaving set, another shaving set with extra cream, dog leads, tins of sardines, packets of juice, chilled water of dubious provenance,dog food, a tummy trimmer. What a way to shop and no nine items checkout-you can in fact do all your shopping on the way to the shops or if you forget something, on your way back. Its a bad sign in a way to see so many vendors as it means 'slow traffic ahead' but it adds an extra dimension to life in Ghana's capital.
On the flip side we have had no water in our house for two days. No water board to ask what is going on, no Mumbai manned help line-either you have water or you haven't. We haven't So we are living out of buckets and rationing loo visits to really leg crossing events and flushing No Twos only* But the power hasn't gone off yet. No water and no fan-thats a vision of Hell.
* Spare us the details. Blog-ed
