Then later in the
day we went to have soccer practice game for our CIEE olympics. My team lost, thanks to my lack of goalie-ing
skills. But even though I normally hate soccer, to my surprise I had fun doing
that as well.
Then later in the
evening we went back to the dance studio to learn a dance that one of the
Upals, Atsu, choreographed for us, so we can perform it at the international
students' welcome dinner, which could be potentially embarrassing... Afterwards, some of his friends came in to
perform some music for us, and they were really
talented. At one point, one of the guys started playing this wooden
flute through his nose. Which was impressive, but also kind of gross.
Then, it was time
for Keith's 30th birthday party! None of us knew who Keith was before we went
(except for the fact that he sat near some of us at the orientation lectures
and was making side comments about everything, and he may very well be the
oldest student in ISH). But he posted signs all around both of the ISH
buildings saying that everyone was invited and there would be free drinks for
ladies from 10-12, so we figured why not? It was a good time. And I met Keith
and told him happy birthday. Getting there was kind of a hassle though, because
when you tell cab drivers where you are going and they don't know where it is,
they'll act like they know anyway. Long story short, we got lost because we
didn't know the way and neither did the driver, so we took a second cab, and
the same thing happened again. We got there eventually, but that was a little
annoying.
On Saturday we took a
bus tour of Accra, which was interesting and nice to finally see most of the
city, but we didn't get to get out and walk around much. We stopped for lunch
in Osu, and then went to the Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum. It was really cool. Nkrumah
was the first president of Ghana, and he's revered here as a great leader who
brought lots of improvements to the country after declaring Ghana's
independence from British colonialism. I guess toward the end of his reign he
got to be pretty autocratic and he was taken out by a military coup, but in
Ghana I feel like they kind of choose to ignore that part, so he's mostly
remembered for the good things he did that helped improve the country. The
mausoleum is shaped like a tree stump to symbolize how he died too soon and
still had the potential to do more great things, or something like that. They
explained it better than that, obviously. Then there was a museum with lots of
pictures of him with other world leaders, and lots of things on display, like
his possessions and stuff.
We were given a tour
of the place, but I didn't hear a lot of the stuff that was said because I
stepped away for a second to take a picture of something and I was ambushed by
a group of like 10 little Ghanaian kids on a field trip that just started touching
my arms and my hair and whenever I tried to ask them questions they all just
started laughing hysterically. Eventually their teacher came over and made me
pose for a picture with them. They were so adorable and funny. I wish I had
gotten a picture on my camera too.
We went back to ISH
and I made myself dinner, and sat in on the Ghana Black Stars game against
Mali that was playing in the TV room. I found that watching soccer's a pretty
good way to make new Ghanaian friends. I met a ton of new people yesterday just by
watching the game for a little bit. I didn't stay for the whole game because my
friend and I left to go to the market, but Ghana won 2-0. We were at the market
when we heard on the radio they scored their second goal, and all of the
vendors just went nuts while we were trying to buy fruit.
And yesterday, since we
finally had a day off with no CIEE activities, a group of us went to the beach
near Accra. I finally rode my first trotro to get there, which went alright.
It's just like a really, really cramped bus. And I finally started to get some
color in my skin. Mostly red, actually. I reapplied sunscreen a bunch but i guess SPF 50 still doesn't quite cut it here. The water was really nice and
warm, and the waves were pretty big compared to what I'm used to seeing at the
beach. I was trying to body surf for a while, but then I got saltwater up my
nose and in my eyes, which was painful. But I want to go back again soon, because I had a really relaxing day.
And then classes started today. I went to my first lecture this morning only to find out that my professor is already on strike. Nice start to the semester.
Also, I start my internship tomorrow! Pretty nervous about that.
That's all I really
have for now, but I will leave you all with this: it's called Azonto, and it seems to be huge in Ghana right now. I feel like I can't go a day
without hearing it at least like 4 or 5 times on the radio or wherever. But I like
the video for it. It's kind of cute. Here you go!
Your professor is on strike? Why?
ReplyDeleteAlso, I always feel it's strange when educators go on strike. Who are you really hurting...?
The beach sounds amazing, as does your museum trip with the kids. What aggressive little tykes. I can't wait to hear what your classes are like. That Azonto thing is some Phantom of the Opera shit. I like it. It's like scary Napoleon Dynamite.