First of all, our sincere apologies for taking so long to get going with this. As it turns out, the internet is not the same in Ghana as it is at home. In fact, there are many differences, as you might imagine, so we'll go back to the beginning and fill you in on a few of our adventures so far.
Our trip officially began in Accra, the bustling capital of Ghana. We can't say too much about it for now, since our visit was short and was plagued by torrential downpours, so much exploring we did not do. However, we did notice quickly one of the things many people had already told us about this country - the extraordinary kindness bestowed upon us by Ghanaians was evident from the start.
We were greeted at the airport by Sefa, the man who organized this trip for us, and he brought us to a quaint hostel, called New Haven, where were treated like royalty by the manager, Miriam. The two quickly became our friends.
The city itself is quite big and busy. Having seen just a small part of it, we can't say much, except that we learned that there are no sidewalks here, so you have to be careful about where you're going. While watching for oncoming traffic, you have to keep your head down to avoid the the open sewers. They run along the main roads and can be a hazard to North Americans such as ourselves. But the good thing is, the taxis all honk at white people, and since 80% of the cars on the road are taxis, we generally knew when a car was coming - in Accra; rural Ghana is another story.
Most of what we needed in Accra was within a 500m radius - cell phone cards, internet, bank, foreign exchange and food. One evening we adventured slightly further to explore more of the city. We saw a classic African scene: a crowd of people standing outside a small shop on the street, watching a tiny TV that was showing a soccer game. We couldn't get close enough to see who was playing, but the energy was contagious.
We also learned what "Ghanaian time" means... although we're still iffy on the details. When you are told a time, this generally mean an hour later, or more. So when we were ready at 10am to pack up and leave, it really meant 11. That's where we leave things for now, but there's lots more to come. We've discovered that some of our most interesting days are the travelling days, and soon after we arrived in Accra, we left for Donkorkrom.
PS: Sorry there's no photo yet. One thing at a time...
