Cape Coast Part 3

After the castle we headed to the hostel for the night. We hit up this nice little restaurant for supper as a group after our long day. It’s really nice here you can go to a restaurant and get some fried rice and chicken for 2 or 3 Cedi which is equivalent to our dollar fifty or two dollar. After supper we headed up to our rooms and play some cards before calling it a night. .
The next morning we all filed into our trow trow, this day with a four hour drive ahead of us. We had decided the night before that we would break up the four hour drive with a stop in Accra. We ended up going to the Oseu market, where we lived like tourists, getting some Western food, checking out some of the local art and jumping at the chance for highspeed internet.
A few hours later we hit the road again not knowing what was in store. We were probably ten-ish minutes outside of Accra, if that, heading for the highway so we could get back in good time when another trow trow drove into the side of us.
I was sitting in the back right corner of our trow trow and the other trow trow was merging into our lane from the right. The other driver honked to signal he was pulling through to the other vehicles around(it’s a thing the drivers, there’s honks always honking but it’s not in the angry “get the **** out of my way way, it’s more of a honk instead of a blinker honk). He then look right at me and then without a second thought slammed into the side of our trow trow. The front of his trow trow was passed my open window at the back so clearly there was no way he was getting over into the lane so for him to even think of honking was absurd. So as I said, I was in the back right corner seat and now you know I had a window to my right as well and it was open so when the other driver drove into us his side mirror didn’t just get knocked off rather it shattered in a V like break outwards, in my direction, covering me in glass. The driver then continued to push his way over into our lane which led me to think, we’re flipping we’re definitely flipping. To all of our surprise the other driver finally stopped pushing us over but then started yelling and yelling, somehow getting behind us then pushing us from our left side and yelling some more which we were about to find out was to pull over.
The other driver and majority of the male passengers get out and the very first thing yelled out of the other driver’s mouth was, ARE YOU TOURISTS?! (I guess this is a good point to mention we had a driver and his mate from our village driving us all weekend) Obviously our drivers yelled no in Dangme and that’s when the arguing and fighting began. Immediately the other driver went back to his trow trow and his passengers got out and started yelling at our driver that it was his fault for the accident and blah blah. Honestly, and this could be unbelievable to someone reading, but all biases aside, our driver was NO way in the wrong. The men continued yelling and pushing each other, grabbing our driver by the shirt. Our mate got out and started getting into it helping out our driver(a mate is the person who travels with a driver of a trow trow and collects the money from the passengers). This foolishness continued on for a good fifteen minutes, back and forth yelling, pushing and more yelling until one of the passenger of the other trow trow, who clearly realized who was in the wrong got our drivers and his co-passengers back into the trow trows. He told our driver to call the police on his driver and they will get him at the next roadside stop.
At this point I was still in shock. I had glass all over me and I continued to be in shock for probably the next half hour of the drive and stayed weary until we arrived home safely, as we did and I am here telling you about it.
Well that puts an end to my Cape Coast adventures! Hope you enjoyed.