Dear Vintage Lovers !
Thank you for all your sweet comments ! I miss blogging ! :)
I have now been in Ghana for 5 days. The weather here is cloudy, yet “sticky”. Its not to hot, which is good, but find myself continuously turning the AC off and on, off and on...
As for vintage - if only you could see the old colonial houses of the past... beautiful ! These houses however are being torn down in order to” develop the land”. I do understand that in a city desperate for more housing opportunities, a single house in a large garden, is almost a provocation... But on the other hand the housing complexes that are built are almost always for the well to do and what no one seems to hold in mind is that tourists love everything that's even remotely old.... And more tourists is of course something that is welcome in Ghana, something that strengthens the economy. I will take some pictures and post them when I have better Internet connections.
The capital of Ghana, Accra, is a busy city and the traffic ca be quite overwhelming at times... Actually in the mornings and after five it kind of reminds me of LA... Bumper to bumper as far as you can see. But its not the cars I gaze at, but the people around them. The colour richness of everyday life In Ghana never ceases to amaze me !
Women swaying steadfastly down the street all in colourful attire, either wearing a modern “office look” or in more traditional dresses or skirts with little matching “blouses and the men in white crisp shirts as they cross the streets on quick feet, they all look so smart !
By the way, this smart looking attitude is everywhere. As I sit in the car waiting for the light to shift I watch the hawkers as they weave in between the cars holding out their goods ; candy, green apples, soft drinks, banana chips ( delicious ! ) flashlights, maps, books, toys - all of them in neat clean t-shirts. Even the beggars ( many crippled ) seem to try to keep up their appearances, as if to say - at least I can afford soap !
It would seem that those who have lost to all desires of cleanliness are those who did not have anything to loose from the beginning. No possessions, no attachments, no real life... The sit slumped by the road side with aloof eyes in clothes black of car soot and dirt. Many of them lost, emotionally and intellectually within their own minds...
The colours of the streets of Accra dazzle me, as does its people. Suddenly I realise that the only ones in shorts are foreigners.... :)