Tro tro, mango, getting low, (and a little cashflow)

Team Ghana
Team Ghana in Accra

Our training started Monday – let the fun begin!

The training consisted of learning about client relationships, marketing, finance, and our first meeting with our businesses!  But more importantly, the first week was all about trying all the food (and learning to debone and eat a fish with one hand by torchlight), waiting for tro tros which nearly almost never arrive on time and trying to find power somewhere, anywhere!


So, how to make a tro tro:  Take a minibus, squeeze in a few extra seats than normal, (then a few more that fold up) give it all a bit of a battering, add some stickers inside and out (and a TV screen at the front if you’re feeling really fancy), turn the African music up LOUD (and remove all sound system controls) then… voila. A tro tro is born!  After that, you just clamber in, squeeze up to the person next to you (or get on their lap) and then prepare yourself for a bumpy ride!  (Note: if you get the window seat, prepare to either get very windswept or spend ten minutes battling with the window whilst you try to shut it… but this seat is nonetheless very refreshing.)

Mangos Mangos Mangos 🙂

Another incredible discovery I have made this week is the fruit!  Dennis  taught  me how to peel and cut a mango which was approximately the size of  my head  into edible juicy chunks.  It tasted like heaven and it gave me so  much energy  the next morning I woke up at 5am!  Not only are the mangos  are delicious but  the avocados melt in your mouth and the bananas are super  tiny and super  sweet!

At the end of a long week of training we ventured into East Legon and found  an  awesome live band playing.  I danced for three hours non-stop – never  have I  seen so much jamming and so much sweating in one place. The  highlight of the night definitely  has to be the  moment when the older, slightly  larger, lady made her way into  our little dance  arena – back side first – and  started busting out moves like she  owned the floor!  I have learnt that, when it  comes to dancing, Ghanaians have  zero inhibitions and they are always  prepared to boogie!

So by the end of Friday evening we were all buzzing but exhausted and not entirely ready to pack up and leave the hostel the next morning.  But I was excited to see my new home for the next 9 weeks!