About an hour down the coast from Tema, Ghana exists a fishing village called Teshie Nungua. They’ve had electricity for some time and just recently erected their first cellphone tower. The man I rode into town with, a gentleman raised in Teshie Nungua but living in the big city of Ghana, visibly sighed sitting in the backseat of a taxi as we crossed into the town limits. He calls this place part of the old Ghana, the real Ghana. The attitude is relaxed, the language is ancient; English, spoken over much of Ghana, is foreign here. Fishing is the industry and often the currency too. Nearly everyone who lives in town is, in one way or another, part of the fishing trade. The men build the boats, weave the nets, and sail at night to catch the fish. The woman dry, smoke, or fry the fish, and then bring them to market to sell. It is a fascinating process and a beautiful town. I spent a night and a morning there this past fall… I long to return.