A girl with long, blonde hair rode by on a white horse. Prostitutes, grass dealers and rum vendors hissed and beckoned. I come chant wid you for Babylon. It reminded me a bit of my first rave. Or perhaps that was just paranoia.
Crime is uncommon and the populace well-educated and extremely friendly.
There is none of that subdued antipathy towards white people that you encounter in so many former European colonies. This may seem odd, given the number of old slave forts lining the country's coast. This may explain the rather wonderful Ghanaian handshake. Ghana is certainly no place for European froideur or cynicism, as I found on a visit to the fishing village of Elmina, site of the country's oldest slave fort. Begging by any other name.