I went to Ghana in '65..... Accra and Takoradi.....no probs at all, mind you I always ate on board before going ashore on the piss. No probs with the heat....(I was a roughy toughy sailor and done a stint out the FES after all) Best bit was when we left Accra, I was preparing the bridge for sea when this 7' 10" Ghanain bloke in a bulging suit came in and started looking behind the fan trunking and under consoles, next thing six big black limos arrive on the jetty and out of the fourth one a bloke in a chairman Mao jacket emerges.....it was Kwame Nkrumah, the President/Dictator/Despot (delete as applic) of Ghana. We took him, and his entourage for a little trip out to sea for a display of Royal Naval might and power. We fired a few guns and dropped a few A/S mortars to impress. The highlight for me as a young bunting was when he came on to my flagdeck and said 'good morning' to me, (at least I think it was good morning....could've been fcuk off capitalist white trash for all I know) then one of his goons stood on my sandaled foot...B*stard.
Apart from that, I enjoyed Ghana......but I wouldn't want to live there. :glasses7: