Road Babe Dispatch From Ghana Africa

When most people think of Africa, they think of animals. This is strange, for there aren’t as many as you’d expect, at least not in Ghana. Certainly there are the proverbial oases, like the holy monkey village Tafi Atome, but these only exist because people have built their civilizations around the animals. I now realize how silly and naïve my conception of Africa was. I imagined vast expanses of unoccupied land where animals roamed free. I envisioned little villages in need of foreign aid. This wasn’t what I found.

Road Babe Dispatch From Anloga Ghana

Being a southern lady, reared with grave respect for etiquette, bathroom ventures have always been of the utmost privacy. All of that changed in Africa. My first clue should've been when I asked the tro-tro driver about a bathroom at our stop. After a laugh he said, “Bathroom? You go bush!”

Decency aside, I’ve never been one to fear a jaunt into the wild to take care of personal business, but there wasn’t a bush in sight. Let me rephrase that. There wasn’t a blade of grass in sight. As I dropped my pants and watered the dry red Ghanaian dirt, I hoped none of my fellow travelers had cameras.