AN - Our friend Janneka was leaving Ghana in the next few days, so she decided that she was going to Ghanas Art Centre to pick up some last minute souvenirs. Both Chantel and I decided to join her. After a morning of some school work, we met up with Janneka, where we decided to take a tro-tro to Accra’s tro-tro station. The tro-tro ride there wasn’t too bad; just the usual hot, sweaty, stuffy, reeks of b.o., cramped and rocky. Once we got to Accra’s main tro-tro station, the images that we faced was truly that of a developing country; the smell was worst. Perhaps the worst smells I have ever encountered in Ghana. Once we got of the tro-tro it was overwhelming the amount of people around us: of course we understood it was
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