Have I mentioned how bad traffic is in Accra? Not to worry. I passed it all by from the back of a motorbike this afternoon and I have the burn to prove it.
Apparently I don’t know how to properly dismount the back of the motorbike. I think I was supposed to let the driver get off first? I was relieved to be at my destination and just hopped off it, noticing a stinging pain on my leg. That’s because I had touched my calf to the very hot pipe that had just been propelling us through traffic. I don’t recommend it; it’s blistering.
That is now the second time that I have ridden a motorbike while abroad. The first time was on a road that weaved down the side of a mountain in Austria. I really can’t decide which one was more terrifying and exhilarating.
When I was in Austria it was colder and my fear was that if we took a wrong turn, I would become one with the mountain. After realizing that I needed to lean my body with the motorbike to make it easier on the driver, the ride became a lot more fun.
So this time I had the advantage of knowing how to correctly serve as a passenger, but there was the added element of traffic. While we were weaving in and out of traffic, beeping the horn, I clutched the back handle for dear life. Of course, the irony of it is that I was hurt getting off of the bike.
Well I’m at an internet cafe in the mall now, listening to their techno music bump in the background. Trying to get some stuff done today! 1 more month in Ghana.