We explore the city, currently everything is strange, exciting and very new. One must first of all but the very different way of life - compared to the "Western" - get used . Many things are handled in other ways.
The City: We are led by a volunteer who is already half a year here. A wise decision, I think differently we would be lost. By Trotro we drive towards the city: "Kejetia" - the largest market in West Africa. Travel Guide Articles provide that the whole area includes an area of about 10ha, the visual presentation are the approximately 14 football fields.
exceeds that found on such goings Once there still all previous ideas. Crowd cavort there, who have goods from one place to another sleep, act, live.
amazing: A large part of the support work will be undertaken by women; goods are carried as usual on the head. It amazes me that women sometimes incredibly heavy and awkward Loads - eg box pile heights of up to two meters - who through narrow, crowded streets can without letting it fall just anything. I for one have never seen it (my secret desires, it is once allowed to watch).
Next: We meander through broad and narrow way - crowded all - by the market. Various products are available in different market areas. I'm too overwhelmed to buy something, you must see the bustle, too much information at once.
Market Scene: I'm standing there, watching the spectacle, I turn briefly to the right to a little Friends say. It does not interfere very appetizing smell of fish to the otherwise relatively species-rich Gerüchsrepertoire. A lady offers us the fried fish happened. I turn around, I will see after the others. Suddenly I was staring at a proud rooster from up close. I cringe. On closer inspection, I note that it is not just a tap, but a whole bunch, firmly wrapped up in one basket, then disappears again at the head of a market woman in an alley.
We continue, of course we are striking. Andi, a local boy - 24 years old - has joined us and he wants to show us the market, make new friends. He knows all our questions more or less response and is very willing to help us. The usual language differences and communication problems occur - normal. Contrary to expectations, he asks us while we do not separate us for money.
Street Scene: We will leave the market, looking at the Trotro station. As always - overcrowding we find and get any Trotro. Too much traffic. One must frequently enter the elbow, just in case that you should have found a suitable means of transport. In our case, we are still strained search. Suddenly runs Loud cries of a stand A man running after him a lot - even more close to pursue him. My curiosity prevails, and I follow the flowing people from everywhere. Between some cars are a great bunch of people has formed. I see on the floor a pair of legs, then I realized: It's the same man is pursued occurred to him and beaten. People come in canisters and other items close to the orgy. Apparently it does not bother that this man is just a trimmed viciously. I'm shocked. A man approaching rejoicing with a large crowbar is held back to my relief. I'm going. It is carried on.
way I ask someone what is going on here now - Answer: "It's a criminal, a thief, they will kill him"
Note: I think and hope not that was actually murdered as punishment for theft, but it makes me think. I now realize why the vendors exhibiting their wares openly, theft is punished; vigilantism.
Duglas, a volunteer who was ahead of his visit Ghana for six months in Mozambique, says that it is there common thieves punished by burning, "it keeps crime low" - to understand.
Summarizing one can say that the market is one of the most extraordinary Experiences in Ghana. You feel the heart of the city and beat people - participating in the Ghanaian life. Cityscape, people, smells, sounds, tuning - all merge into one for me a completely new and unique world, to describe it is almost impossible. We should run even have breathed this atmosphere.
Felix
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