My walk to class every day is a colorful one. It’s just around the block, but I get to pass the chop shops on the road and local store owners. Every day, they’re all so friendly. I can’t even walk a foot outside of our house gates without getting a warm smile and a hello or an “Ete sen?” which means “How is it?” in Twi. Chickens pluck at what little grass there is around, and goats freely roam the neighborhood. This will never get old. : )
It was our first weekend in Ghana. We ended up going to Labadi Beach on Saturday, and then Chez Afrique that night. The beach was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
I guess I was just expecting the tropics. You know, blue tinted, see through waters. Tiki lamps. Little huts with smoothie bars and umbrellas. Not exactly. The entrance was what appeared to be the long ago foundation of a building, plowed through, creating a road way for cars to come in and out. And an admission box. Five cedi for each person. The smell was gross, a mix between sewage water and boiling garbage. The cement was eroding away and all metal was completely rusted.
As soon as our feet hit the sand, we were bombarded with sellers. Some with necklaces, African fabrics or wooden carvings. The bad smell is gone. The ocean winds overpower any other scent. Something familiar. Guys on horseback were trotting around the shores, offering people rides.
The water was full of trash. You couldn’t swim a couple feet without getting caught in a plastic bag. It’s sad, really.
Chez Afrique is a restaurant that our professor’s wife owns. As soon as the sun set, we got ready fast (doesn’t take much time here) and caught a cab. The nights really are a God-send. Sure, the day is long and excruciatingly hot, but the nights- they’re to die for. A live band played, and it really was a good time. Our professor ate with us as well as Michael, another staff worker at the Aya Centre.
The lead singer of the band just decided that he needed to serenade a song to me while we were dancing. Embarrassment doesn’t give the moment justice. Let’s just say hearing “Amandaaaaaa, I want to marry youuuuu. I’m seriouusssss. So give me your numbaaaaaaa,” for at least five minutes straight, was pretty side-splitting. HAHA.
Anyways, another day, another post. I’ll write again soon. =)