The accident

On September the 27th I was involved in an accident in the town of Kumbungo and seriously fractured my knee and leg. After having been lying on the ground for nearly two hours I was picked up by a passing pick up and taken to Tamale hospital 45 Km away. The fracture was so complex that they could not do anything, and the day after I was flown the capital Accra, where I was hospitalised in the 37 Military Hospital for 2 days. After having stabilised my leg and taken the pain with heavy dosses of morphine, I was flown to Denmark…

Traffic in Africa

Looking at my decision to ride motorcycles in Africa, it was probably not the best idea. The road that I most frequently used was filled with heavy loaded tipper trucks, that left a tail of dust in the air when they past you. This caused a serious danger of invisibility, which has killed many motorcycle riders when they have been enclosed in a dust cloud and hit by a vehicle from behind. The first week I counted 5 accidents involving trucks. And then I decided that it was time to drive on the footpaths in the bush away from the main roads. It was too dangerous to drive next to the trucks…

Italian relics in Africa.

About two weeks after I got my motorcycle I meet an old man who owned a very old Moto Guzzi. I never found out what model it was, and most of the parts were not original. The motorcycle even had the old black Ghana license plates, that no one use anymore. And from the look of it the bike must have been one of the early registered bikes in the country, determining from the plate number AK 5990? Cool machine in a strange place…