On the road to Togo

As we finally pulled in to the parking lot in Aflao, on the border between Ghana and Togo, the crowds grew and touts started clamoring at our car. Clearly being the white guy made me a target. It was an unfortunate end to what was otherwise quite a nice ride across the eastern edge of Ghana. The road is mostly paved, and the parts that aren’t are under repair. There wasn’t too much traffic, though part of that is because we got out of Accra early this morning and beat the local mess that occurs daily. And there were cute little towns every five or ten kilometers along the way.

IMGP4129Okay, calling them towns may be a bit of a stretch, but there are clusters of buildings, some more permanent than others, nestled alongside the road and a decent number of people generally milling about in between them.

IMGP4137I got to cross the Volta river (no photos; the side rails are too high and get in the way). I also saw people with all sorts of stuff stacked on their head, on carts, on bikes and on motorcycles making their way into or between the towns.


There were cows crossing the traffic, people working the fields, folks in the rice paddies and even a group of guys out freshwater fishing. Truly a little bit of everything going on.


Oh, and kids are always cute.


The ride to Togo was great, I wish I could say the same about my stay there, though that story will have to wait for another day. Suffice it to say I now have a country on my “never again” list; that’s a first for me. At least the photos mostly came out well.

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Seth Miller

I'm Seth, also known as the Wandering Aramean. I was bit by the travel bug 30 years ago and there's no sign of a cure. I fly ~200,000 miles annually; these are my stories. You can connect with me on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn.