Well I’ve learnt my lesson.
Before I went to Africa’s Gold Coast, I did not realise that the food over there is not the same as back home. The day we arrived, the lunch at Big Boss was delicious but halfway through my mouth felt as if it was on fire. Then the stomach had to take the punch. Water, cold drinks, I tried it all but no relief.
Ice cubes were the only things on my mind but the house was about 100 metres away. Any sprinter would never have caught up with me that day.
Two days later after the opening ceremony, I was back to myself. I had come to terms with the food. What you see is what you get. The burning feeling went away and to my surprise the stomach started cramping.
Too many people (luckily men only) stayed together in the house. The house had many rooms each with a bathroom and toilet. I stayed just next to a commune room and had to wait my turn to use the toilet or bathroom.
Now to stand in the queue for the toilet was another story. Four hours later I was exhausted, run down, had no power, and I needed fresh air. The supporters all went to the beach and I was left behind in the toilet without anybody asking my whereabouts.
But that was that. Enjoying what Accra had to offer is what we were looking for.
The main traditional dish is a “Kenke”, a boiled fermented corn dough with lots of HOT pepper, dried fish or fried fish with Pepper called “banku”. A plate is cheap at only 10 Ghana Cdi (N$20). What is very tasty is the groundnut soup.
Things were rather expensive over there but that was understandable as the continent’s “World Cup” was on the menu.
“Omo tuo” is a bowl of rice served with palm or groundnut soup. Now the hot spicy ground pepper is not the one we find on the Shoprite shelves. This is hot stuff. There were also kebabs of meat or liver dipped and grilled – very succulent.
Drinks include maize beer and palm milk.
What can one say, eat drink and let’s be merry. The normal cold drinks like Coke, Fanta, Pepsi and the likes are all there but do not taste the same as back home.