My First 'Trotro' Ride
This is an article that I published for The Finder.
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My First “Trotro” Ride
Coming from the States, I am accustomed to a very different kind of public transportation. I pay as soon as I enter the bus and I pull a string overhead my seat that informs the driver that I would like for the bus to stop so I may get off at my stop. There are Read More …
Tro-Tro Adventures
Every day I use a tro-tro as a form of transportation, and it can take anywhere from 30 minutes to two hours to get to work or home. But that’s only the beginning. Every time it’s an adventure and something different happens, so here are of my two most memorable tro-tro rides thus far. To Read More …
Monday Jams
I have been in traffic jams before, but no amount of traffic in Los Angeles or New York could have prepared me for the chaos that is in Accra. It’s so normal too, so you’d expect the Ghanaians to be used to it. I’m sure they are, but they get just as frustrated. Especially when Read More …
The Tro Tro
Monday, July 11, 2016 I’m almost halfway finished with my journey here in Ghana, and I can say with confidence that the hardest part of living here is using the public transportation. The tro tro is one of the cheapest forms of transportation here in Ghana, but I can promise you it’s not the easiest. Read More …
Angel on the Tro Tro
The act of releasing a collared shirt from the confines of dress pants had never symbolized so much. A sign of satisfaction following a first day of greetings and interning at Metro TV, an escape from Ghana’s pervasive humidity, and the beginning of a new adventure. Closing my first day at work opened the door Read More …
My First Experience on a Tro-Tro
When my boss at Today newspaper offered that the company driver take me home after my first day, I said I wanted to take the tro-tro. The response I got was laughs and confused looks. I had never been on the tro-tro before, and I was anxious to experience Ghana’s public transportation system first-hand. Ever Read More …
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It’s midday in Accra. I’m stuck in traffic on Liberation Road, one of Accra’s main arteries in and out of the city. Wedged between two Ghanaians on the first of four overly-occupied rows of seating behind the driver, I can feel sweat dripping down my shins beneath the denim I regretfully opted for this morning.