day spent in Kumasi, seemed to be a bit disappointing. It is true that buying "COMENIUS" done and it was extremely successful, but mercilessly Shining sun, dust and extremely small redfish for dinner did not allow for insertions of the day in the ranking of TOP 5 Coming back from cultural center in August of otarlismy najwieksy bazaar in the whole of West Africa. Despite the fact that we passed just lying streets near the markets, the chaos and the crowd seemed to be so big that we began to doubt whether at all we are able to face the bazaar face to face. Przodownikiem these doubts has traditionally been an F, but for all of us the level of disorganization of the city cesci doing big impression.
However, after a short break at the hotel it was decided: let's go! It was already near five o'clock, so we expected a bit crowded bazaar zelzeje and basically we were right. That does not mean means that individuals per m 2 was not terribly high for anyone not born on a poultry farm (that is, for all of us.)
Despite our ignorance, bazaar in Kumasi, the whole is not as chaotic as it might at first glance seem. Subsequently we went through another alleyway with artificial hair, combs and dryers (watching the number of hairdressers in Ghana you can come to the conclusion that the locals are doing nothing else but recharges its pre-paid'y, kseruja and they walk to the barber), then walked bras , ribbons and materials, then meat, fish and vegetables, and eventually the whole kitchen pots and equipment. Especially interesting was
come across sections of meat. You walk among the colorful ribbons and bras, and something here starts getting hard to stink. It stands Meat invite and give customers know about their presence, already at 50 m before the first piece of wywalonego will see on the table bellow. Great tongues, sometimes alone, sometimes with a fragment of the head. Oh, it was probably Fudge! Untreated sheep, from which pour twisted bowel. Yes, yes. These were no elegant podkolorowywane steaks on plastic trays. None ghanijskie child will not argue that the ground actually come from the store. Here wodzimy exactly how they look bloody corpses of animals, before it gets to us on a plate of appetizing as Parma ham, or would be beloved by many a-denominated hot dogs from Ikea.
God thanks for the fish hardly stinks. Wiekszasc Recalls Smoked fish, but were simply decent wysuszlone in the African sun. Shark looks like a big pancake. It entirely devoid of color and flattened. Learning predator after teeth. People
friendship unexpectedly. Theses hands waving, hello, ask from where we are, but to my surprise (in the end we are in the bazaar!) Short conversation did not end with a strenuous solicitation to buy anything. Despite this, W. acquire expensive to buy a few products sporzywczych whose purpose and origins are still a mystery to us. At the end gets proposals DATE Hey! My sister likes you! Please come tomorrow! - ok exclaims 30-year-old woman standing pointing to the door, his back to us, the 20-year-old. Sam interested not happened even in August to watch.
Poszac of bazarowych alleys I mean the long dark corridors, to 3m high, broad in the best case to 1 Flows from the crowd. Stop in order to bind the laces seems to be challenging. Around people screaming something to yourself, exchange of goods, verify, touching, haggle. I napieraja. Napieraja from all sides. No more complaints about the morning crowd on the subway! We
pleased with the bazaar. First przerzylismy, secondly we have a feeling the touch of something unique and throughout Africa. We passed hundreds of posts (though not as much as 10% we saw a whole) and there was even a struggle to the souvenir. Finally, Ghana only for Ghanijczykow.
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