'Tis the Eve of New Years Eve and it's the first time I've sat down to write the blog that I told my friends and family to look out for since I located to Accra, Ghana in early October. Since then, I've involved myself in a variety of activities and existed in various states of sweat. Neighbourhood walk sweats At first, I challenged myself to wear jeans while out of my apartment because shorts get a different kind of attention here in this by-the-book predominantly Christian nation. It only took a few days of frustration for me not to care, and I really shouldn't anyways. I will wear denim shorts and athletic shorts that hit mid-thigh. I still get the "Oburoni" (foreigner/white person) quite a bit from people (usually young men and small kids) being funny. It's totally okay to be Oburoni, and it's not necessarily derogatory. And those who don't call me that, I might go further to give them a nice "hello" with consistency. I slow my...
Dec 21 Christmas break couldn't come fast enough. I think I had reached my capacity with being able to handle 6+ hours sitting in front of the computer teaching from home. I had intentions of hitting Tanzania or another country since we had 2 weeks off, but border restrictions and the struggles of taking and paying for countless COVID tests deterred me. I traveled with my teacher friend / apartment neighbour Lauren to the eastern Volta region of Ghana instead. This area is more rugged and is a less-traveled region for tourists. It boasts great hiking mountains, waterfalls, jungle, wildlife, natural resources, and village experiences. We took a five hour car ride for hire from Accra to the township of Wli [vlee] and arrived for our 3-night stay at Wli Waterfall Inn with Mr. Vincent. We were the only tourists that night, and the other guest was a man from Togo. A few local friends of the owner wandered in and out for banter, food, and drinks. Lauren and I grabbed Club beers an...
March 6th We had a long weekend off from school in late February-- and missed a travel opportunity because my group couldn't make decisions. And being stir-crazy, I decided to jet off on my own to Cape Coast avoiding coordinating with anyone else on this long weekend. I had wanted to push myself to be on my own, putting myself in the position to talk to more locals and get around without help. And I just wanted to do things on my own agenda. After thoroughly checking the STC online bus schedule through the week, I arrived at the bus station in Accra at 6am on Saturday only to find out that the online schedule was wrong. I waited 3 more hours in the station for the bus to Cape Coast. The ride was almost 4 hours with traffic from Accra, a comfortable A/C and cushy leather seats that reclined. The rumor I had heard said that the buses ran on limited capacity for COVID, but in practice, this was false. I hopped a cab on arrival to my hotel which sat on top of a dusty steep hill overlo...
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