
There were a lot of we're-not-in-Kansas-any-more moments:

and things-we-don't-have-to-worry-about-at-home:

like falling into the sewer
That hole is actually quite a bit deeper than it looks in this photo, probably about 4-5 feet. If you fell in, you'd probably survive, but it would hurt.
On the plus side, the people were incredibly friendly, even playful:

I thought this was poignant:

We went to the fish market, which was lively, borderline chaotic:

It was really quite remarkable how friendly everyone was, quite a contrast to some of the other places we had been.

I met a fellow on the street who tried to get me to invest in his mineral quarry outside of town. When I asked him for his business card, he rummaged around in his wallet for about five minutes before he finally found this:

If anyone is looking to invest in Ghanaian mineral quarries please feel free to get in touch with him.
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