It’s travel time in Africa, which is why I haven’t posted much recently. All my roommates took off for Egypt last Saturday, and the Ghanaian power grid went to hell at about the same time. The power was off all Sunday, which would have been kind of fun maybe with everyone there, but with just me, Z, and Taryn it was pretty miserable. We did get to make candle holders out of spare wine bottles and a tequila bottle, and eat every piece of refrigerated food in the house. As Z predicted, the moment we finished off the last sausage, the power came back on. It did go off again in about 45 minutes though, so it’s probably for the best that we ate everything. Also, it gets really hot here with the power off since the fans don’t go.
In other news, I’ve become well known in my neighborhood. On the day of the soccer game I mentioned in my last post, I wore a Ghanaian jersey with “Essien” on the back, who is a star player on the team. Now everyone in the neighborhood calls me Essien, or Michael, since that’s his first name or they’ve actually learned my name. But basically now I can’t walk down the street for anything without getting hailed by freaking everyone.
Also, one of my classes has finished already, since the teacher is about as interested in teaching us as we are in going to his class (not very.) We have 3 weeks off now, and then have to show up and give our oral presentations on our paper topics. The paper also needs to be 15 pages, so I should probably get started on that. But it’s pretty nice to not have to go to that crappy class anymore, and there’s no final!
Tomorrow morning I head off for Mole National Park in the north of Ghana, but I’ll write up something about my awesome trip to Togo before that. Maybe.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Are you ready for some football?
As a red-blooded (possibly more like vermilion) American, I'm ashamed to say this, but I saw one of the most exciting sporting events of my life last night, and it was soccer. The FIFA Under-20 World Cup has been taking place in Egypt, so we've been following that as soccer is on TV all the time here, and Ghana is in the tournament. Last night was the final of the tournament, Ghana vs. Brazil, who was naturally the favorite since they're Brazil.
Early on Brazil was dominating the possession as well as looking far more prepared than Ghana. Late in the first half, a Ghanaian player got an undeserved red card (so says my roommates who watch much more soccer than I do), and was kicked out of the game. You also can't sub in another player when someone gets a red card, meaning that Ghana had to play with 10 men against Brazil's 11. The result was that Ghana had a much more defensive strategy and wasn't able to capitalize offensively because they had an extra man back defending. The second half had more opportunities, but ended with a 0-0 tie.
This meant the game went to extra time, and after the 30 minutes it was still tied. Ghana had to play about 80 minutes of the game down a man and still kept it tied. The goalie for Ghana was pretty good as well, making save after save. After extra time came penalty kicks, and out of 5, Brazil got up quickly. On the last set of them, Brazil had to miss, and they did, and then the Ghanaian player had to make his shot, which he did. This left the game still tied at 3-3, meaning that then it would be sets of 1 penalty kick, and as soon as someone made one and someone else didn't, the game would end. The Brazilians went first and missed, and then the Ghanaians made their kick, winning the tournament.
The entire city erupted at that point, and we ran out side and joined in an impromptu parade. Everyone was hugging everyone else and jumping for joy, or beating on pots and screaming. This was also Africa's first championship in any World Cup, so people were very proud of that. We followed the parade down a busy street, with all the cars honking their horns and flashing their lights. We ended up at a gas station, which is where Ghanaians like to party, and I bought liquor for some 10 year olds, which I view as my good deed for the day. Everyone danced and jumped around, but we ended up having to head off once the girls in our group started getting a little too much attention from elated Ghanaians. A few of us headed into Osu (the nightlife section of Accra) and danced and drank until the early morning. This was definitely an experience I couldn't have anywhere else, and everyone's still elated and talking about the game today. Now we'll see if Ghana can win the regular world cup too.
Early on Brazil was dominating the possession as well as looking far more prepared than Ghana. Late in the first half, a Ghanaian player got an undeserved red card (so says my roommates who watch much more soccer than I do), and was kicked out of the game. You also can't sub in another player when someone gets a red card, meaning that Ghana had to play with 10 men against Brazil's 11. The result was that Ghana had a much more defensive strategy and wasn't able to capitalize offensively because they had an extra man back defending. The second half had more opportunities, but ended with a 0-0 tie.
This meant the game went to extra time, and after the 30 minutes it was still tied. Ghana had to play about 80 minutes of the game down a man and still kept it tied. The goalie for Ghana was pretty good as well, making save after save. After extra time came penalty kicks, and out of 5, Brazil got up quickly. On the last set of them, Brazil had to miss, and they did, and then the Ghanaian player had to make his shot, which he did. This left the game still tied at 3-3, meaning that then it would be sets of 1 penalty kick, and as soon as someone made one and someone else didn't, the game would end. The Brazilians went first and missed, and then the Ghanaians made their kick, winning the tournament.
The entire city erupted at that point, and we ran out side and joined in an impromptu parade. Everyone was hugging everyone else and jumping for joy, or beating on pots and screaming. This was also Africa's first championship in any World Cup, so people were very proud of that. We followed the parade down a busy street, with all the cars honking their horns and flashing their lights. We ended up at a gas station, which is where Ghanaians like to party, and I bought liquor for some 10 year olds, which I view as my good deed for the day. Everyone danced and jumped around, but we ended up having to head off once the girls in our group started getting a little too much attention from elated Ghanaians. A few of us headed into Osu (the nightlife section of Accra) and danced and drank until the early morning. This was definitely an experience I couldn't have anywhere else, and everyone's still elated and talking about the game today. Now we'll see if Ghana can win the regular world cup too.
Monday, October 5, 2009
I got to Kumasi on a Friday, by Saturday I'd learned a thing or two
Our second trip of the semester occurred this weekend, with an excursion up to Kumasi, the traditional capitol of the Asante people in Ghana. It was about a 5-hour trip by bus, which wasn't too bad except for the usual poor roads and bad traffic. We got to enter the forested belt of Ghana for the first time, and it was very relaxing after the dust and dryness of Accra. Apparently Accra gets the least rain of any area in Ghana, so we also got rained on a few times during the trip. And there was plenty of lightning, comparable only to the kind of lightning storms I saw in Pinar del Rio, in Cuba.
Kumasi was razed by the British during one of the Asante-British wars, in 1874, and it shows when you arrive there. Unlike the disorganized sprawl of Accra, Kumasi's streets mostly are named, and they even have traffic lights. Kumasi is certainly more structured than Accra, and everyone seemed a little more laid back. I don't think I even saw any drivers screaming at each other. There also seemed to be many more large stone buildings, as opposed to the metal and wood shacks that dominate much of Accra and the rest of Ghana.
Kumasi bustle
After dropping our luggage off at the Treasure Land Hotel (which we were hoping would be shaped like a pirate ship with a name like that, but wasn't) we went to the former palace of the Asantehene (top chief of the Asante), now a museum. It is right next to the luxurious digs of the current Asantehene, which we got to see but not enter or photograph. Let's just say there were sculpted bushes and peacocks. Also, interestingly enough, the Asantehene-to-be is required to be educated now, and the current one has multiple doctorates from universities in England in engineering (I think) and does a lot of work planning development in Ghana.
The old palace was given to Asantehene Prempeh I in the 1920s as an apology for having imprisoned him on the Seychelles Islands during a rebellion. It was basically a nice older house with lots of wood furnishing, mirrors, and crystal. There were still a number of interesting Asante items dating from the 1700s on, including replicas of the Golden Stool (sacred throne of the Asantehene that is said to have come down from heaven), ceremonial muskets from the 1800s, golden pipes for the Asantehene's personal use, war drums, palanquins, etc. Sadly no pictures were allowed, but I think one of my room mates hung back and got some anyway, so if I get ahold of those I'll post some.
Afterwards we visited another Asante museum with a lot of similar stuff, including fantastically decorated golden jewelery made for various Asantehenes. They had pictures of an Asantehene on parade wearing so many gold rings it was a wonder he could wave at the crowd. No wonder they carry them on palanquins - I don't think they could manage to walk with all the gold.
Then it was time for dinner and relaxing at the hotel. We watched a Ghana vs Uruguay soccer match on TV (2-2, which was good for Ghana) and then took off to hear live music since it was a Friday night. We arrive at this place called the Sports Hotel, which had mainly an older crowd but fantastic live highlife music. No one was dancing, so Bethany and I got it started and eventually got most of the crowd up and dancing. They probably figured that if two oborunis were dancing they probably could too. Afterward we went swimming drunk in the middle of the night at the hotel pool, which is becoming a tradition on our trips, and then crashed.
Bethany stamps on adinkra cloth
Saturday involved visits to three different craft villages around Kumasi. We visited a kente cloth weaving center, a bead factory, and an adinkra cloth dying center. They were all interesting and had lots of pretty things for sale, but the adinkra cloth was the most interesting by far. Adinkra means literally "farewell message" because the cloth was originally worn for funerals. The word now refers to the dye, made from a certain kind of palm bark boiled for hours; the symbols that are dipped in the dye and stamped onto relatively plain cloth; and the finished cloth itself. We got to see all parts of the process and even all pick out a symbol or two and stamp them onto a cloth that we could take back with us. I picked out the symbols for forgiveness and humility and put them down, along with buying a book of the symbols, their names, and interpretations. I also was shown how to make kente cloth and got to sit down at a loom and weave for a very short time. Liz and Z also bought slingshots, which they had for sale for some reason. We've yet to hurt ourselves with them, but I'm sure it's coming. We keep saying we need to catch ourselves a turkey for Thanksgiving, so now we're armed for that.
Boiling dye
I learn to weave kente. Note the toes.
Saturday evening I had the option of going clubbing, but wimped out at the last minute, which is good because apparently they were out until 4:30 and I was about to fall asleep at 10:30, when they left. I hung out and watched Big Brother: South Africa with Liz and Taryn, which was the most terrifying thing ever, and then fell asleep. I also got to eat fufu that night, which I haven't liked much in the past but it's the traditional specialty of Kumasi so I thought I'd give it a try. It was served with groundnut (peanut) soup and goat meat, and was much better than before, so I'm glad I went for it. Not sure I'll have it again thought unless I find myself back in Kumasi.
On Sunday we drove to a lake near Kumasi. It's apparently the only large lake in the whole area other than the gargantuan, man made Lake Volta. About 18 fishing villages surround it, but on a Sunday morning it was very calm . We got to go out in canoes and paddle over to the next village just to take a glance at it. There was nothing very exciting about it, but the lake was relaxing and I got to show off my canoe-paddling abilities. Then it was a box lunch on the bus and the long drive back to Accra.
Taryn, Liz, and Z are on a boat. They're going fast. They've got nautically themed pashmina Afghans
I spent the trip planning my midterm break, which is only 2 weeks away. 5 of my roommates are going nuts and traveling to Cairo to try and pack in all the Egyptian sights they can see. I'd go, but I hope to make it over there during my long break in December/January. Zarif is going to Niger to visit two close friends currently over there with the Peace Corps, so that leaves Taryn and I needing to make plans. Right now we're thinking going over to Benin and Togo. Benin has the apparently ancient and fantastic palace of the Abomey people, while Togo has really good hiking in the center of the country, in beautiful forests filled with butterflies, says my guidebook.
Right now I'm at my internship working hard as always. I'm on to hour three without anyone having given me a single thing to do. In about another hour I'm going to see if I can make for the door without anyone noticing.
Kumasi was razed by the British during one of the Asante-British wars, in 1874, and it shows when you arrive there. Unlike the disorganized sprawl of Accra, Kumasi's streets mostly are named, and they even have traffic lights. Kumasi is certainly more structured than Accra, and everyone seemed a little more laid back. I don't think I even saw any drivers screaming at each other. There also seemed to be many more large stone buildings, as opposed to the metal and wood shacks that dominate much of Accra and the rest of Ghana.
Kumasi bustleAfter dropping our luggage off at the Treasure Land Hotel (which we were hoping would be shaped like a pirate ship with a name like that, but wasn't) we went to the former palace of the Asantehene (top chief of the Asante), now a museum. It is right next to the luxurious digs of the current Asantehene, which we got to see but not enter or photograph. Let's just say there were sculpted bushes and peacocks. Also, interestingly enough, the Asantehene-to-be is required to be educated now, and the current one has multiple doctorates from universities in England in engineering (I think) and does a lot of work planning development in Ghana.
The old palace was given to Asantehene Prempeh I in the 1920s as an apology for having imprisoned him on the Seychelles Islands during a rebellion. It was basically a nice older house with lots of wood furnishing, mirrors, and crystal. There were still a number of interesting Asante items dating from the 1700s on, including replicas of the Golden Stool (sacred throne of the Asantehene that is said to have come down from heaven), ceremonial muskets from the 1800s, golden pipes for the Asantehene's personal use, war drums, palanquins, etc. Sadly no pictures were allowed, but I think one of my room mates hung back and got some anyway, so if I get ahold of those I'll post some.
Afterwards we visited another Asante museum with a lot of similar stuff, including fantastically decorated golden jewelery made for various Asantehenes. They had pictures of an Asantehene on parade wearing so many gold rings it was a wonder he could wave at the crowd. No wonder they carry them on palanquins - I don't think they could manage to walk with all the gold.
Then it was time for dinner and relaxing at the hotel. We watched a Ghana vs Uruguay soccer match on TV (2-2, which was good for Ghana) and then took off to hear live music since it was a Friday night. We arrive at this place called the Sports Hotel, which had mainly an older crowd but fantastic live highlife music. No one was dancing, so Bethany and I got it started and eventually got most of the crowd up and dancing. They probably figured that if two oborunis were dancing they probably could too. Afterward we went swimming drunk in the middle of the night at the hotel pool, which is becoming a tradition on our trips, and then crashed.
Bethany stamps on adinkra clothSaturday involved visits to three different craft villages around Kumasi. We visited a kente cloth weaving center, a bead factory, and an adinkra cloth dying center. They were all interesting and had lots of pretty things for sale, but the adinkra cloth was the most interesting by far. Adinkra means literally "farewell message" because the cloth was originally worn for funerals. The word now refers to the dye, made from a certain kind of palm bark boiled for hours; the symbols that are dipped in the dye and stamped onto relatively plain cloth; and the finished cloth itself. We got to see all parts of the process and even all pick out a symbol or two and stamp them onto a cloth that we could take back with us. I picked out the symbols for forgiveness and humility and put them down, along with buying a book of the symbols, their names, and interpretations. I also was shown how to make kente cloth and got to sit down at a loom and weave for a very short time. Liz and Z also bought slingshots, which they had for sale for some reason. We've yet to hurt ourselves with them, but I'm sure it's coming. We keep saying we need to catch ourselves a turkey for Thanksgiving, so now we're armed for that.
Boiling dye
I learn to weave kente. Note the toes.Saturday evening I had the option of going clubbing, but wimped out at the last minute, which is good because apparently they were out until 4:30 and I was about to fall asleep at 10:30, when they left. I hung out and watched Big Brother: South Africa with Liz and Taryn, which was the most terrifying thing ever, and then fell asleep. I also got to eat fufu that night, which I haven't liked much in the past but it's the traditional specialty of Kumasi so I thought I'd give it a try. It was served with groundnut (peanut) soup and goat meat, and was much better than before, so I'm glad I went for it. Not sure I'll have it again thought unless I find myself back in Kumasi.
On Sunday we drove to a lake near Kumasi. It's apparently the only large lake in the whole area other than the gargantuan, man made Lake Volta. About 18 fishing villages surround it, but on a Sunday morning it was very calm . We got to go out in canoes and paddle over to the next village just to take a glance at it. There was nothing very exciting about it, but the lake was relaxing and I got to show off my canoe-paddling abilities. Then it was a box lunch on the bus and the long drive back to Accra.
Taryn, Liz, and Z are on a boat. They're going fast. They've got nautically themed pashmina AfghansI spent the trip planning my midterm break, which is only 2 weeks away. 5 of my roommates are going nuts and traveling to Cairo to try and pack in all the Egyptian sights they can see. I'd go, but I hope to make it over there during my long break in December/January. Zarif is going to Niger to visit two close friends currently over there with the Peace Corps, so that leaves Taryn and I needing to make plans. Right now we're thinking going over to Benin and Togo. Benin has the apparently ancient and fantastic palace of the Abomey people, while Togo has really good hiking in the center of the country, in beautiful forests filled with butterflies, says my guidebook.
Right now I'm at my internship working hard as always. I'm on to hour three without anyone having given me a single thing to do. In about another hour I'm going to see if I can make for the door without anyone noticing.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I have a mustache!
First, I shaved off my beard and now I have a gunslinger mustache. Pictures will come, I promise. Tom also has a creepy Mexi-stache. They won't last long, I hope.
Secondly, since Bonnie asked, I went to church a few weeks ago and apparently forgot to mention it here. It was an Assembly of God church, which I thought sounded normal, but the service was pretty intense. We started off with hymns, which were mostly praise-and-worship style songs, but it turned into cacophony very quickly. There was a praise band, but they were the world's most avant-garde praise band. They just hit things out of time and a trumpeter went wild, with the preacher shouting. People were rolling around on the floor and flailing wildly or laying prostrate. Then everyone stopped singing and simply shouted out prayers, all different. It was as loud as a rock concert and my ears rang afterwards. After that, there was a sermon focusing on working hard and making money, I believe. There were 4 collections, and at the end they had all the new people stand up in front and say our names and why we were there. It was a good experience overall, but strange because of the music and the fact that there was no gospel reading and just one short reading at all.
Yet again, I'd write more but my computer is out of batteries.
Secondly, since Bonnie asked, I went to church a few weeks ago and apparently forgot to mention it here. It was an Assembly of God church, which I thought sounded normal, but the service was pretty intense. We started off with hymns, which were mostly praise-and-worship style songs, but it turned into cacophony very quickly. There was a praise band, but they were the world's most avant-garde praise band. They just hit things out of time and a trumpeter went wild, with the preacher shouting. People were rolling around on the floor and flailing wildly or laying prostrate. Then everyone stopped singing and simply shouted out prayers, all different. It was as loud as a rock concert and my ears rang afterwards. After that, there was a sermon focusing on working hard and making money, I believe. There were 4 collections, and at the end they had all the new people stand up in front and say our names and why we were there. It was a good experience overall, but strange because of the music and the fact that there was no gospel reading and just one short reading at all.
Yet again, I'd write more but my computer is out of batteries.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
This is feeling like more of a "life" blog than a "travel" blog
Time has sped up here considerably. The first week took ages, the second moved a little quicker, and now I just have my routine and nothing too exciting happens. It's not bad, but it makes it hard to find material for this blog.
My internship has gotten nice and boring as well. I got to spend Tuesday sorting huge folders of correspondance by date. I spent some time sorting old job applications as well, and it was really interesting that every one of them had things like "I am a strong believer in Jesus Christ" near the top. They also listed which church they attended and things like that. People here are very serious about their faith. One of my roommates got chewed out by coworkers for saying she was a Christian but not being able to recite any Bible verses other than John 3:16.
We've bought an absurd amount of movies since we've been here. There are a lot of pirated DVDs around, most of which have 10ish movies, all for 3 cedi, or 2 if you're a good bargainer. So far I have the complete works of Arnold Schwarzenegger on 2 dvds, a collection including all 3 Indiana Jones, all 3 Pirates of the Caribbean, and a few others, and a Bruce Lee/Jackie Chan collection. I know for a fact I'm going to buy a Chun Yow-Fat collection too, I just didn't have the money when I saw it the other day. It's basically amazing.
Finally, I'm currently reading The Second World by Parag Khanna. It's a discussion of how the countries of the semi-periphery must attempt to engage and use the three major powers of the world - the U.S., China, and the EU - in order to pull themselves into the first world. It goes on a region by region basis, and is pretty enlightening. At first I wondered why there wasn't a section on Africa, and then I thought "Oh yeah, it's called the second world..."
My internship has gotten nice and boring as well. I got to spend Tuesday sorting huge folders of correspondance by date. I spent some time sorting old job applications as well, and it was really interesting that every one of them had things like "I am a strong believer in Jesus Christ" near the top. They also listed which church they attended and things like that. People here are very serious about their faith. One of my roommates got chewed out by coworkers for saying she was a Christian but not being able to recite any Bible verses other than John 3:16.
We've bought an absurd amount of movies since we've been here. There are a lot of pirated DVDs around, most of which have 10ish movies, all for 3 cedi, or 2 if you're a good bargainer. So far I have the complete works of Arnold Schwarzenegger on 2 dvds, a collection including all 3 Indiana Jones, all 3 Pirates of the Caribbean, and a few others, and a Bruce Lee/Jackie Chan collection. I know for a fact I'm going to buy a Chun Yow-Fat collection too, I just didn't have the money when I saw it the other day. It's basically amazing.
Finally, I'm currently reading The Second World by Parag Khanna. It's a discussion of how the countries of the semi-periphery must attempt to engage and use the three major powers of the world - the U.S., China, and the EU - in order to pull themselves into the first world. It goes on a region by region basis, and is pretty enlightening. At first I wondered why there wasn't a section on Africa, and then I thought "Oh yeah, it's called the second world..."
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Catching up to today
-My internship has me doing some different things now, which is exciting. On Monday I helped distribute food to a group of people living with HIV that AFAWI (my internship) helps. I measured out 4 kgs of soy-fortified bulger wheat from USAID for each person. Also, I got to watch a sexual health educator show them how to put a condom on a big black dildo. Unlike sex-ed teachers in the U.S. who are always very serious, he was waving it around and making terrible terrible jokes. It was kind of scary. I also got to work on this month's newsletter, and I'll be learning how to update/improve the website on Friday. My boss and I also went over my grant proposal and he said it was "brilliant." If we get the money I'm going to be so sad since I have no idea what I'm doing.
-On Monday, my 50-year-old roomate decided to get black-out drunk at 2 in the afternoon. She then proceeded to pass out, wake up, cry, yell, embarass the hell out of us by ordering our security guard to clean the porch, and generally be incoherant. And then repeat most of those steps a few times. I'd say it was exciting except it was terrible and if it ever happens again I swear to god I'm finding a way to get her deported.
-One of my roomates got chased by a man with a stick for a long ways yesterday on the way to his internship. He's not sure why, but the guy was pretty much trying to kill him.
-I've been jogging and working out a lot with some of my roomates, which is pretty fun. Tom removed part of the window to get into a locked room in our house and turned it into his gym. He even found rocks to use as free weights.
-We cooked some Ghanaian/hippie food on Monday and it was delicious. It was kind of like groundnut soup, which is basically peanut butter and tomatoes plus whatever else, but then we made it into a stew with squash, oyster mushrooms, onions, and carrots. We put it over brown rice, and it may have been the most healthy thing I've eaten in years.
-I finally noticed that people had been commenting, and I may even reply. I have a question though - I know a lot of Alex-es, so next time put your last name, mystery Alex. I think I know who the rest of you are though.
-On Monday, my 50-year-old roomate decided to get black-out drunk at 2 in the afternoon. She then proceeded to pass out, wake up, cry, yell, embarass the hell out of us by ordering our security guard to clean the porch, and generally be incoherant. And then repeat most of those steps a few times. I'd say it was exciting except it was terrible and if it ever happens again I swear to god I'm finding a way to get her deported.
-One of my roomates got chased by a man with a stick for a long ways yesterday on the way to his internship. He's not sure why, but the guy was pretty much trying to kill him.
-I've been jogging and working out a lot with some of my roomates, which is pretty fun. Tom removed part of the window to get into a locked room in our house and turned it into his gym. He even found rocks to use as free weights.
-We cooked some Ghanaian/hippie food on Monday and it was delicious. It was kind of like groundnut soup, which is basically peanut butter and tomatoes plus whatever else, but then we made it into a stew with squash, oyster mushrooms, onions, and carrots. We put it over brown rice, and it may have been the most healthy thing I've eaten in years.
-I finally noticed that people had been commenting, and I may even reply. I have a question though - I know a lot of Alex-es, so next time put your last name, mystery Alex. I think I know who the rest of you are though.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Weekend Adventures III: It's over a week late, but tough
On our final day in Cape Coast, we got up bright and early after a late night to go to Kakum National Forest. It's one of the few chunks of tropical rain forest left in the region, and it's beautiful. The main attraction is a canopy walk - a series of bridges and supports about 40 meters up in the air so that you can walk around the canopy of the forest. The bridges swung around a little while you walked on them, but were clearly safe. It was a lot of fun, and it's apparently pretty unique in the world. 
There was also a nature walk available, but we didn't have time that day. Some of us are planning to head back to Kakum on one of our three-day weekends and go on a long hike and camp. Hopefully that actually happens, because we'd probably get to see elephants, and maybe monkeys.
After the park, we drove back to Accra. We stopped at places on the side of the road to buy pineapples, because apparently the best ones come from the Cape Coast. We also bought kenkey, a sort of fermented corn dough wrapped in plantain leaves eaten with soup. I didn't have any, but apparently it wasn't too good. That might have been from the 4 hours it spent in the hot bus before we had a chance to refridgerate it though. And we bought palm wine, which is delicious. It tastes kind of like Sprite mixed with coconut vodka. Kind of. I snapped a photo of some shops on the street just to give you an idea of what Ghana looks like.
The entire country (that I've been to so far) is basically this. Clothes shops, general stores, food stalls, produce shops, the occasional internet cafe, repeated forever. Cape Coast looked a lot like Accra, although they did have better named shops, including "Blood of Jesus Sewing Supply."
Once we got back to Ghana, George, one of the Aya Centre staff members, had managed to get us tickets to a Black Stars game. They're the Ghanaian national team, and they were playing Sudan that day. The game started late because it's Ramadan right now, so they wanted to wait until the Sudanese players would have a chance to have a drink of water. We got to sit very close to field level about halfway between midfield and the goal. Fantastic seats. And Ghana won 2-0.
The game was very exciting, and the crowd was like nothing I'd ever seen. There were various bands throughout the stadium representing different supporters clubs, along with dancers, shouting, and a number of plastic trumpets that sounded like the apocalypse when the entire stadium decided to blow them at once. We also managed to sit in what looked like the "riot section," with people arguing over seats the entire game and throwing water on eachother and almost starting fights. Ever other section seemed to be enjoying the game, but ours really just wanted to fight. Fortunately I think everyone assumed that we were sitting in the correct seats since we were white, when in fact we were supposed to be up in nosebleeds somewhere. Apparently no one ever sits where they're supposed to, but I think I might if I go again.
Then it was home, where I went to sleep at 9 and crashed.
There was also a nature walk available, but we didn't have time that day. Some of us are planning to head back to Kakum on one of our three-day weekends and go on a long hike and camp. Hopefully that actually happens, because we'd probably get to see elephants, and maybe monkeys.
After the park, we drove back to Accra. We stopped at places on the side of the road to buy pineapples, because apparently the best ones come from the Cape Coast. We also bought kenkey, a sort of fermented corn dough wrapped in plantain leaves eaten with soup. I didn't have any, but apparently it wasn't too good. That might have been from the 4 hours it spent in the hot bus before we had a chance to refridgerate it though. And we bought palm wine, which is delicious. It tastes kind of like Sprite mixed with coconut vodka. Kind of. I snapped a photo of some shops on the street just to give you an idea of what Ghana looks like.
The entire country (that I've been to so far) is basically this. Clothes shops, general stores, food stalls, produce shops, the occasional internet cafe, repeated forever. Cape Coast looked a lot like Accra, although they did have better named shops, including "Blood of Jesus Sewing Supply." Once we got back to Ghana, George, one of the Aya Centre staff members, had managed to get us tickets to a Black Stars game. They're the Ghanaian national team, and they were playing Sudan that day. The game started late because it's Ramadan right now, so they wanted to wait until the Sudanese players would have a chance to have a drink of water. We got to sit very close to field level about halfway between midfield and the goal. Fantastic seats. And Ghana won 2-0.
The game was very exciting, and the crowd was like nothing I'd ever seen. There were various bands throughout the stadium representing different supporters clubs, along with dancers, shouting, and a number of plastic trumpets that sounded like the apocalypse when the entire stadium decided to blow them at once. We also managed to sit in what looked like the "riot section," with people arguing over seats the entire game and throwing water on eachother and almost starting fights. Ever other section seemed to be enjoying the game, but ours really just wanted to fight. Fortunately I think everyone assumed that we were sitting in the correct seats since we were white, when in fact we were supposed to be up in nosebleeds somewhere. Apparently no one ever sits where they're supposed to, but I think I might if I go again.
Then it was home, where I went to sleep at 9 and crashed.
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