Lake Point Guesthouse Kumasi

... loads at the base of the gangway. Not to be det**red, the trolleys w**e simply reloaded and pushed onto the f**ry to be squished between trucks. Somehow it all worked.
It was dark by the time we reached the oth** side, and with the belching exhaust and non stop chatt** providing a hazy atmosph**e you really felt you w**e in a surreal movie and expected to see James Bond dash out from the fog chasing a badie of some description.
We w**en’t really keen to travel in the ...

... I heard a rumour (also how they spell that over here! Hello british colonial rule) that fan choco was no longer being made.
Outrage.
Pure outrage.
So you can imagine the excitement of seeing it after having not seen it for upwards of 3 weeks.
This led to me hissing out the window at fan milk man.
Hissing, like a snake, is the socially acceptable way to get someone’s attention over here. It’s not rude. It’s just what you do. (I am getting used to doing ...

... V**y cool stuff. The response from the Ghanaians in the audience amounted to a commendation for h** and h** work but thought it rath** impractical in a Ghanaian context, from what I was able to und**stand. The Ghanaian participants provided us with the status quo for the art market in Ghana. The majority of Ghanaians make art purely to sell, which they claim is the primary function of creating art in Ghana. According to the rest of the int**national ...

... in *****ia. Raleigh, the student cook prepared a wond**ful meal and I spoke with some oth** students about their studies and mine. It was a great evening even if they didn’t trust me to eat with my hands, the traditional Ghanaian way.

Day 3. Monday. Many students are back on campus aft** leaving for the weekend. It was v**y quiet on Wednesday but today, the campus bookstore, post office, and banks w**e open. This was good since I had to pay my ...

... wherever I desired, even if they had no idea where that was. I had my bag and my contact documents grabbed from me by two different drivers. The sheet explained the location of the Hostel (which is Royal Gate Hostel located just outside campus, within walking distance). Once I arrived there, they had no idea who I was and why I was there but I insisted that people attending the symposium were staying there. Sure enough, a kind Australian ...

... sufficient so we could continue. At the first police check they asked Sanga for the car’s papers and then his international driver’s license. Sanga shows the police officer his Canadian driver’s license and that seems to be enough. At the next stop the police officer asks for the same thing but does not accept his Canadian license as the international one. He asks Sanga to come with him and wants Sanga to go back to the car and ...

... och fragade om sjukhuset verkligen var ett sjukhus och var det oppet. Jo det var oppet men inte labbet pga stromavbrott. Jag var inte ledsen nar jag gick tillbaka till min vantanden taxi. Vi provade ett lab till men aven det var stangt sa tillbaka till kliniken. Nu var den riktiga doktorn dar. Han tittade pa assistentens papper och sa malaria och att jag var for sjuk for att kunna vanta till mandag pa lab svar. Tva sprutor och en pase med piller fick jag men nar jag ville ha ...

... deras eget spark twi. Lite trottsamt. Flera somnade men det fanns en man som gick runt och vackte alla som sov. Jag hade sagt att jag inte ville vara med langre an till kl 13 och att jag inte vill ata lunch med Monica och forsamling. Att ga kl 13 var ok men att inte ata lunch som Monika hade tagit med sig var inte ok. Ingen pizza alltsa pa Vics Baboo. Nar jag skulle ga sa kom pastorn ut som var i min bibelgrupp och pratade lite. Han ville att jag skulle lova att komma aven nasta ...

... a month and a half, the imperial thing I acquired in KITA being friends for life. I got really close with a handful of them: Bra Emma and Seth, my next door neighbours, Oswald, one of the lecturers who came during the weekends, being roommates with me, Boney, Allosis, Klutse and Patrick. I got super-friend status with this fool called Owusu Bempah and of course Lovans and Samuel who have been far too kind with me throughout my "holidays", I mean, beyond ...

... a second language. Quick introduction for all of you who didn't get the chance to follow my steps from the very beginning, crippled by language barriers, lack of motivation or just the fact that I hadn't yet signaled it to you that I had this blog thing going on: I'm hitchhiking Africa, making my way back home (Angola) from Portugal. I left Lisbon on the 21st of August last year and since, I've been having the time of my life, allowing myself to literally go with ...