Places that I Want to Visit #8

Accra, Ghana

Accra is the capital of West African nation of Ghana. First up, I have a declaration to make, perhaps a conflict. Every Ghanaian that I’ve met, I’ve liked, I’m not sure if that indicates bias, but best to declare it straight up. This intuitive ‘liking’ has no doubt influenced my desire to go to the place (and no doubt explains my lack of desire to ever visit Durban!).

Anyway, an perhaps rather distressingly for me, the word ‘accra’ apparently derives from the word nkran which means ‘ants’ in the local tongue, a reference to the numerous anthills seen in the countryside around Accra. Now ants annoy me, but I have faith in the Ghanaian people to take care of any potential ant population problem.

Accra is one of the wealthiest and most modern cities in the African continent, with a high quality of living by African standards, and according to my Ghanaian sources Accra is also known as being the continent's most ‘fun’ cities.

I am told that the best way to visit Accra’s many attractions is through hiring a car and driver to take you around. Apparently there are a bunch of prospective drivers who double as guides, which would be a great way of taking in an understanding the Ghanaian lifestyle and history. Given how friendly the locals are that I’ve met, it should be a good trip.

As an afterthought, the wonderful Accra by Day & Night blog is a good start to understanding Accra, and certainly whets the appetite!

Comments

Emmanuel.K.Bensah II said…

Hi Kris!

So many thanks for the shout-out. I appreciate your very kind words about my beautiful country, which is not the only beautiful one in the world;-) Australia is certainly on my top ten countries to visit in my lifetime!;-))

15 January 2008 at 22:06

Kris McCracken said…

One day I'm going to make Ghana.

16 January 2008 at 08:49

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