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Published: November 8th 2009
Riding Day 7 - 125km (total 800km)
After an interesting stop in the historical town of Cape Coast, we started on our longest ride of the trip -- Accra. The ride started off well enough, but the big difference is that we didn't have a good enough shoulder to ride on through out the whole ride, so we had to be defensive and ride on the road when we could and move over to the shoulder when we had vehicles passing us. Once we hit the Winneba junction (50km outside of Accra), though, traffic started to really pick up. As each kilometer passed we could just feel we were getting closer and closer to Accra. Before we could reach Accra, we had to deal with our first bit of rain. In typical fashion for this part of the world, it came down heavy for 30-45 minutes. After that, we were back on the road. For those that think greater Accra is only made up of 2M people -- think again. Things got really crazy as those infamous tro-tros started to me more ubiquitous. We had to zig and zag around them as these vans darted in and out to pick-up
passengers. This was enough to crack Shauna, as she was wreck by the time we got to downtown Accra. I had planned on going around the city with the ring road, but I never saw the turnoff. With Shauna having a nervous breakdown and very dark thunder clouds building on the eastern end of the city, I moved to plan B, which was to go back to the original hotel we stayed in during our first visit to Accra. We had to hustle, but we couldn't quite beat the rain.
Back on the bikes the next morning. We had a good sleep and some good pizza at Mamma Mia the night before. It is always amazing how the sole can be rejuvenated after a shower, good meal, and restful sleep. This ride went fairly quickly, as the hills had disappeared, but the scenery left a lot to be desired. As we were staying in Ada Foah for three nights, finding good accommodations was going to be top priority. Ada Foah is a little fishing community at the estuary to the Volta River that is also popular with rich Ghanaians as a weekend getaway. We finally decided on Maks Guest
House, which was beautifully situated on the river. With the way they had done up the front yard, we knew that we were going to spend a lot of time there -- and we weren't disappointed. There were gazebos to eat and rest, lots of flowers, and beautifully manicured beach. I went into town a couple of times, but there wasn't much of interest other than a nice walk along the ocean. It was amazing that for a place that had so many hotels and guest houses, there was very little tourist infrastructure in the town. The only thing that I could see was one bar/restaurant that was over the top for that size of town. We only ended up having a pop there. The rest of the stay here was spent reading and relaxing. It gave Shauna the stength for the last major cycling day -- to Lome.
Tot: 1.434s; Tpl: 0.093s; cc: 14; qc: 66; dbt: 0.0428s; 1; m:saturn w:www (126.96.36.199); sld: 2;
; mem: 1.4mb