Yep, Lost Yet Again
Where am I now? Where are we going? And why doesn’t he stop and ask for directions? I know this could be said to me on any number of occasions when I’m driving, but right now I’m asking it of my taxi driver and the response isn’t heartening. He’s clueless.
Read MoreAfrican Home Delivery
Its Accra, Ghana, and you need sponges, or pans, or some other domestic item. You could spend half the day at the market, looking for just the right item, or you could be much more efficient, and let it come to you. Here, like the rest of Africa in general, the market comes to you as easily as you go to it.
Read MoreTraveling on the Gov’ment’s Dime
It’s 10:14am on a Thursday here in Accra and I am poolside with a beer and and a fellow business traveler. She, like me, is here for work and we’re both soaking up the sun and the suds as we whack away at our respective keyboards and key ideas.
Read MoreI Wanna be African Happy
What can I say? I love Africa.
Sub-Sahara Black Africa. East and West Africa to be exact. The people are so nice, the land so rich, the life so good, I feel very happy here. I now know why Africa is Africa and by Western standards, undeveloped. By African standards, I think we in the West are the undeveloped ones.
One Day in Timbuktu
What do you at sunrise in Timbuktu? You could pray to Allah in the direction of Mecca. You could play football with the locals. Or you could go for a run in the Sahara. I chose the latter. Around Timbuktu I ran, checking out the quality mud houses, stick houses, even animal skin homes that populate Timbuktu’s suburbs. There isn’t much to them, or the sand roads between them, and once they end, and they do end soon, its all Sahara.
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