We planned to spend a day at a castle and fort that were just a few miles from Coconut Grove Resort where we were staying, so we had a leisurely morning and then got on our way. Just outside the resort we noticed this interesting hillside. What was on it? A new kind of farming? An avant-garde art project?
We decided it must be laundry day for what we guessed was a boarding school, and this was a Ghanaian clothes line:
The beautiful Elmina coastline:
As we approached Elmina Castle, a few young men took it upon themselves to be parking lot attendants. I think they were looking for a nice tip for finding us a spot in this crowded lot:
We had excellent camouflage on the car. I'm surprised they could even see it once we parked. I'm sure it blended right in with the ground, keeping our valuables safe.
The Elmina Castle (which I'll cover in my next post) sits on a slight rise overlooking the ocean. Some sheep and goats were hard at work manicuring the landscaping:
We walked up the hill to Fort St. Jago, renamed Fort Coenraadsburg by the Dutch:
We took a look around the fort, seeing the typical things we had seen at our other stops,
I'm not sure what that blue-roofed building is, but it sure looks out of place in my photo. Not great urban planning.
One of the challenges in Elmina was finding a place to eat. Maybe that fine dining establishment with the Coca-Cola banner? Hmmm . . . maybe not.
It was conveniently located right in between the fort and the castle and really stood out in the chaotic mass of people and shanties. Owned and operated by the same company as our lodgings, it seemed like a safe place to eat.
|Photo from here.|
this article, the old bridge "had become a deathtrap," was "dilapidated and looked like it could cave in at any moment,"and was "fast losing its essence." (I especially like that last description.)
While we waited (and waited and waited) for our food, Bob played with the critters darting back and forth under our table and between our feet:
|Red-headed rock agama lizard|
My chicken and beans with fried plantains was pretty good:
Bob thought his fried grouper and sweet potato fries were fantastic:
Bob had read of Elmina's huge marketplace and wanted to walk through it. There were hundreds of makeshift stalls selling a variety of wares, from food to made-in-China trinkets to used clothing.Blaring music, shouting voices, and a general lack of English made communication difficult. Russ and Shelley were accommodating but cautious. This was clearly not a tourist place by any stretch of the imagination, and for the most part we didn't feel comfortable taking pictures. Bob was braver (?) than the rest of us in approaching the vendors and looking over their commodities.
Booths manned mostly by women and children were selling various tubers (yams, cassavas, unidentifable roots), crabs, spiny lobsters, fish, and various fruits.
|Cassava, which is dried and pounded into flour or made into tapioca.|