Welcome to Africa! The humidity that greeted me as I stepped off the plane this morning sealed the deal that I was FOR SURE in Africa, along with the large “Akwaaba” sign meaning Welcome in Ghanaian.
We met up with our director Lyn and hopped on a bus headed for our Pink Hostel (which is in fact pink) on 2nd Mango Tree street in Asylum Down.
The streets were packed with vendors walkingright through the speeding traffic to sell everything from super glue to grapes. My favorite vendor so far was selling bright red and blue jerseys with Obama’s face on them because he is coming to Ghana in a week. Crazy.
Looking out the windows as we drove to our hostel was just a foreign experience. The lush green plants growing everywhere, people staring at us and trying to sell us things, the blatant poverty of society, babies strapped to their mothers backs, and huge bowl of food and items to sell balancing on their heads.
Can you see the basket on her head?!
There is a very different feeling to seeing all of this for the first time. A little scary when you walk around and everyone is looking at you, but it’s culture and I love it! I've been on my first taxi ride with lots of honking and a few choice words in Ghanaian, but all went smoothly and I love my roommates already. It’s hot…but we’ve all vowed to not judge each other for our serious lack of beauty. It is all part of the experience.
I’m in Ghana and I love it!