My roommate is in the kitchen cutting up fruit.... (Think: the biggest mango you have ever seen. Add some pieces of pineapple) ....SCORE! Out comes a full bowl for me! Yesssss.....Even the watermelon is good (and I don't like melons.) So join me for five glorious minutes while I eat this bowl of tropical goodness and fill you in on a few of my favorite cultural tidbits from two weeks in Accra.
I wasn't sure what to expect from big city life in West Africa. My past experience in Africa was in RURAL areas. Living in Accra (pronounced uh-CRAW), the capital city of Ghana, has been a pretty easy adjustment in comparison. Nonetheless, there has been a lot to take in!
The city of Accra is 67 square miles and home to 2.3 million people. Originally centered on British, Danish, and Dutch forts, the city now sprawls with many neighborhoods-- from sections of high-priced high rises and fancy suburban homes to the recently bulldozed slums of Sodom and Gomorrah (no, really, that was the name.) It's a city of jarring juxtapositions and constant action.
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June and July are the rainy season here, which means it has cooled off considerably in recent weeks. The breezes off the ocean are to die for, and while the sky often threatens rain, we haven't had any monsoon-status rains in weeks.
namely, the friendly, beautiful people, the high value placed on respect for your elders, and the love of bright colors, music and dancing. This kid was willing to show us his moves:
Speaking of dancing, last weekend some friends and I spent a couple days at a beach about an hour outside of Accra called Kokrobite. The highlight was a surfing competition with surfers coming from the local village, the Ivory Coast, and Togo. There were even some Obrunis from Down Under.
Every Friday night in Kokrobite, one of the resorts, Big Millie's Backyard, hosts a crew of dancers who show off mind-boggling Ghanaian dances. It's captivating, loud, spirited, and everyone seems to have the rhythm in their bones.
On Saturday nights, even after a torrential downpour, a reggae band shows up and brings down the house.... err...raises the thatch? Anyway, dancing in the mud with a bunch of people who love Bob Marley and are out-and-out naturals cuttin' the rug was an unforgettable moment. Kind of surreal actually. And beyond fun.
On that note, I'm off to bed. Long, full, awesome week. More on that later.
grateful.
alayna.