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Trotro Driver — The city’s awake, but...
Your bus isn’t full yet.

Take the wheel of Ghana’s most famous minibus. Every kerb is a bus stop, and everybody on it is a fare.

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Ghana · eight seats · no timetable

You have never driven one of these.

A trotro is a shared minibus — the way a whole country actually gets around. No timetable. No ticket office. You run your route, the mate hangs out of the door calling it, and anybody on the roadside who puts a hand up is a fare. It is loud, it is personal, and it is completely yours to run.

No timetable
You leave when the bus is full. That is the timetable.
Wave it down
Every kerb is a bus stop if somebody is standing on it.
Pay for your seat
Short hop or right across town, the meter is the road behind you.
The trotro minibus, cream over saffron, with a Ghana flag on the nose

One shift

It starts quiet. It never stays quiet.

Trotro Driver: first light on a residential street, two people already waiting at the shelter
Morning

Empty seats. Full tank. A road that goes everywhere.

The depot doors open onto a city that is already moving without you. Somewhere out there is your first fare, and she is not going to wait forever.

Trotro Driver: a market street at midday, striped stall awnings and traders down both kerbs
Midday

Somebody is waving. Somebody always is.

Ease over, slide the door, let them climb in. Every face that gets on has somewhere to be across town, out past the market, up where the buildings stop.

Trotro Driver: sunset burning between downtown towers, streetlights and headlights on
Golden hour

Bus full. Your horn is blaring. Wheels spinning.

Long shadows on the tarmac, every seat behind you taken, and the good kind of tired. Park her up, count the day, and think about what you are buying tomorrow.

Your route

Six ways to get lost, all of them paid.

Six streets. Pick the one you want to be on this evening.

Trotro Driver: the minibus running a downtown avenue walled by towers on both sides, traffic ahead of it

Downtown

Towers up both sides and four lanes of somebody else’s hurry.

Trotro Driver: running a market street with stalls, awnings and shoppers crowding both kerbs

The market

Awnings, crates and traders on both kerbs. Nobody here is in a hurry except you.

Trotro Driver: a tree-lined residential street of walled villas, with traffic holding the far end

Residential

Low walls, big trees, and a road that never quite runs out of houses.

Trotro Driver: the mouth of a tunnel bored through a ridge, the bore lit and traffic running inside it

The ridge road

Straight through the hill and out the other side. Mind your lights.

Trotro Driver: a dirt road running out between harvested fields and fenced pasture under open sky

Countryside

Where the buildings give up and the sky takes over. Windows down.

Trotro Driver: the minibus among lorries on a works road, banded chimney stacks standing either side

Industrial

Chimneys, yards and lorries. The fares nobody else drives out for.

The depot

You do not buy a better bus.
You build one.

Paint you pick. Wheels you pick. A horn they hear two junctions away, and an engine that finally pulls away from a stop instead of thinking about it. All of it earned out on the road, none of it behind a wallet — and by the end of the week nobody will mistake your bus for anybody else’s.

Day one
The trotro as it leaves the depot: plain cream over saffron, steel wheels

Straight out of the yard, exactly like everyone else’s.

After a good week
The same trotro after a few good shifts: red bodywork, chrome window trim and gold alloy wheels

Same bus. Ask anyone on the route.

Trotro Driver at night — the headlights sweeping an empty street

After dark

Then the sun goes,
and it is a different city.

Headlights sweep the tarmac. Shopfronts glow. The bus stop ahead is just a shape until your lights find the people standing at it. Night shifts feel like a different game — and they pay like one.

Fair warning

“Just one more fare” is a lie you will tell yourself nightly.

You will not park up

The tank is dropping, the sun is going, and there is one more hand up ahead. You know exactly what you are about to do.

The road never repeats

New junctions, new neighbourhoods, new faces at the kerb. Drive for an hour and you are still finding streets you have not turned down.

Before you get in

A relaxed, good-looking driving game where you run a trotro — a shared minibus — around a sunny city. You pick up whoever is waving, take them where they are going, get paid, and spend it on the bus. That is the whole loop, and it is very hard to put down.

A shared minibus. You wave one down at the roadside, squeeze in and pay for your seat. This game puts you in the driver’s seat of one, on a route you make up as you go.

Yes its free to download and free to play. There are ads, and there are optional extras for people in a hurry, but every single thing in the depot can be earned out on the road. Nothing worth having is locked behind a wallet.

Android and iOS phones and tablets. It is built to stay smooth on ordinary hardware, not just on the newest handset.

No. One thumb steers, one gets you moving, and the bus helps you pull in at a stop. If you can tap, you can drive.

No finish line, just a better bus, a busier route and a longer run than yesterday’s. Play a shift on the bus home, or lose an evening to it.

The kerb is full of people.
Go and get them.

Free to play, on Android and iOS.