Dozing in the mid day sun, Eleanor appeared. A pensioner of 60+ who looks like she is 48 – 49. A relative of Patricia’s, my friend Michael is marrying into good stock. Eleanor escorted me around Accra and we visited the resting place of the first President of Ghana following the declaration of Independence from British Colonial rule in 1957. Low and behold, the chicken man was there as well, he had moved pitches and spotted his old friend from Europe. “You buy, only 2 Cedis.” So this time the price started at a reasonable level, but my position was unchanged. A nice toy, but everything is nice and where do you stop? We also visited the old Parliament house. There is a new one in a different location and the Law Courts. It appears that justice is administered that is fitting to the circumstances of all concerned, and not necessarily a decision based on our principle of; “beyond all reasonable doubt” for criminal cases. One poor fellow was escorted from the courts by two wardens in military wear, one of whom had a hefty looking automatic rifle. The Warden beckoned the traffic on the main road to stop, nobody argued. Prisoner number 1 climbed into the packed coach with the wire mesh windows and off to a poorer life. I gathered a few more postcards and stamps for those who don’t know about my African Blog and sightseeing was followed by a meal in a restaurant that cost 5 Cedis [£2.50] per person including a bottle of water, and a very long trip back to Haatso by African Bus. This was a scorching hot day for this European although it was a relatively cool day for Ghanaians and other Africans [March is their hottest month]. It was a long slow packed bus journey along some dusty roads, but Ebenezer Plaza loomed in the distance and I shouted Papao, Papao,
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