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I'm on the north part of the earth again. It
wasn't only a trip from the autumn in the summer, but also in the hot African
sun. It is gay and the air tropic humid. After the first meter on the road I
sweat and only a fresh wind from the Atlantic is a little bit cold.
In the hotel I found only a bed. A blanket isn't necessary in this heat. The ventilator at the ceiling is important for a small fresh in the room. I think, I'm in a film of Hollywood. The lonley, stain with sweat and dirty with foreigner will come in the only one or cheapest hotel in the town. A dark room. Only one a bed, chair and table in it. The room smell to petroleum of the last cleaning. The ventilator buzz at the ceiling. The last cockroach flee under the bed. Noise on the road. Talk in the adjoining room. Crashing doors. Cries. Laughing. Loud playing children. After the weeks in the lonley wilderness, open end bush and apparent lifeless deserts I'm in the middle of a amt heap. Mombasa and Nairobi was last big towns, but they are small against Accra with 8 million inhabitants. It's a little bit Asia here. Many waste and a smell of waste over the town. All around the black plastic bags. |
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Now I wait of my car. Sunday is the first possibility. Monday will come back my personal taxi driver and we get the Mali visa. Very thanks to Olaf, for the good instructions of the signs of Ghana. It's a little more as my lonley planet. |
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