Thursday, December 9, 2010
We flew from Ghana to Tanzania. When we arrived we headed straight to Zanzibar. For the first few days we stayed in Stone Town. We ate amazing street seafood, enjoyed the sunsets, went swimming with dolphins at Dolfini beach (clever right?) and walked around a ton. The most memorable experience though was going scuba diving for the first time. I’m still not down with fixing my mask underwater, but I killed on the phantom drill. Scuba diving was incredible. Leah and I were able to see a shipwreck and tons of coral and fish.
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Ellie the Elephant.
Fro yo in baggies.
We finally reached Mole and went for an early morning walking safari. We saw tons of warthogs, monkeys,’ bambons’ (as our guide calls them), and antelop or kob. The forest smelled incredible, like mint in your face, it was hard to remember we were in
We headed to Kumasi from the Botel and had to take very tong Trotro rides up to Tamale. We finally connected with some Peace Corps volunteers and spent the night at their regional house. It was nice to hear about their sectors and experiences, but unfortunately the next day it was time to push out again for the bus to
We caught a trotro to Hans Cottage Botel with a few other travelers including a couple Mirana and Charlie who were Benin volunteers. We all headed to see the canopy walk and a few of us tried to do it sans hands. Tricky on a rickety rope and wood bridge. From there we parted with Brett and Amanda and a five of us headed to the monkey sancturary where we met a wacky couple and got caught in the rain. At the Botel we soon saw tons of the crocodiles that they boast about. One of the staff went up to one to pet it and tried to convince us to do the same. No way, ma’am. That’s crazy and I’m no Steve Irwin. The Botel was probably the weirdest place we´ve stayed in. It kind of reminded me of the setting for a creepy horror movie.
We then headed to Cape Coast. As we were walking into the slave castle we ran into Brett and Amanda, two other volunteers who just COS´d. Surreal. We stayed in Cape Coast a few days and walked around and explored the city. I nearly cried when I saw a book store.
From Senegal we flew to Ghana, after a short stop in Cote D’Vore . We spent the first day in Accra getting oriented to the city. Whereas in Senegal the Talibe was heartbreaking, in Ghana the kids were incredible. They were just so excited to see Americans, and would scream “HELLO! HOW ARE YOU? I AM FINE” across a busy street. Another striking contrast between Ghana and Senegal was religion. Ghana is extremely Catholic. I’ve never seen so much publicity for God. After being in Senegal for Ramadan, it was a bit of a shock to see so many Jesus loves you signs. Did you know that Jesus would want you to get your haircut at Christ’s hands haircutters? You are in God’s hands now…