After spending a good portion of yesterday afternoon at Accra mall, using the internet cafe and grabbing a snack from the food court, nature called. So, I decided to venture into the restroom (called a washroom here).
The thing about washrooms here in Ghana is that they are always a gamble. When we traveled through more of the country, I got used to lowering my standards for roadside stops.
Twice I paid 10 pesewas/about 8 cents to (unknowingly) simply pee behind a stall door on a slab of concrete/pile of rocks. To say it smelled was an understatement. I got out of there as quick as I could!
Even when it’s a tiled bathroom, sometimes there aren’t stalls and simply a drain on the ground. Again, I try not to breathe.
Relatively speaking, the Accra mall bathroom was modern and immaculate. Regardless, when I closed the stall door and saw this sign encouraging me to sit on the toilet seat, I decided against it. I also had a hard time understanding who decided these signs were a necessity and what they have vested in it.
At least it was free!