Coming back to Accra for a couple of days in the end of April felt strangely familiar. It is funny how quickly one creates routines for oneself, despite all aspirations for adventure. When it comes down to it, we just want to create a home for ourselves, wherever we are.
In Accra, I stayed in a hostel in a small, low-lying neighborhood called Asylum Down. Calm, mostly residential, small shops selling soft drinks and trinkets on street corners. This is where I created my Accra routines.
Like every morning when I, as a complement to the heavy Ghanaian breakfast at the hostel, bought fresh coconuts from the cart in the middle of the roundabout down the street. Drinking the cool water straight from the coconut, standing in the still tolerable morning sunshine. Scooping up the jelly-like flesh with a piece of the peel. A lovely start to the morning.
Or wandering around on the narrow streets, enjoying the funny shop names (but NOT the incessantly honking taxi cars).
Oh, it does have some lovely sides to it too, Accra, after all.
Katja Malmborg 