Labadi Beach Hotel Accra

... br>So, I gave my food to the family that lives behind the wall. (Watching them eat was so interesting) All 4 of them were there and unlike a lot of the other kids who were going at the food all for themselves, the oldest boy, Daniel, was making sure that Steven and the youngest girl got just as much as himself and Margret the oldest girl. <br>I would like to say it was humbling, but it really wasn&#8217;t. I felt awful the whole rest of the day and the next day. <br>I wasn&#8217;t ...

... as we can persuade to leave at a time<br>Until 10.30am - spend first 2 periods at school, teaching any class whose teacher hasn't bothered to show up for the day<br>10.30am - head home to learn Ghanaian cooking with my host mother and run errands<br>2.30pm - head back to meet the children and walk with them from school<br> - ensure they all get changed and take lunch tins to kitchen, then make sure all homework is done, then play<br>approx 6pm ...

... Definitely Ghanaian time. Meaning that they say its going to start at 3:00 so hopefully by 4:30 everyone will be there and ready to start at 5:00. Dear god. <br><br>10. The name Renee is apparently very hard for some Ghanaians to pronounce. So introducing myself as Ri-knee is what I am doing. And when that fails, running. (Joyce (crazy bush lady who sells mangoes, muffins and now pizza topped with tuna, cauliflower and zucchini (the light is on but no one is home) even ...

... a group of people speaking in tongues out behind our dorm. <br><br>I've listened to it since then, and she is definitely right. I can pick out specific individuals' voices and every bit of it is unintelligible--its not english, its not twi, but its just some recurrent rambling. And its strange because it always stops abruptly--all at once but at no particular hour. The other day it ended at 5:08 but began again before i went ...

... a bar of dark chocolate!<br><br>so, its not all bad being sick...its just not the same as being home. But, i keep telling myself that as much i want to be home right now, it is worth it to finish going through that for the rest of the week until we go to the volta region---where i know the last thing i will be is homesick!<br><br>we are going to visit the monkey sanctuary, caves, and do some kente and batik fabric making. <br><br>look for my e-mails or AIM-- i'll keep ...

Morning: We met at 10, I think and went on our city tour of Accra. We saw Nkrumah's gravesite (he was the leader of the country when they gained independence from England in 54). It was amazing. We got to see the statue that had been in front of his residence that was torn down when he was overthrown. It is missing a head and portion of the leg (this is a bronze statue, by the way). Some one actually recently returned the head and they ...

... up to the construction manag** and negotiated a scrap metal deal! That is how business is done h**e  - constant improv! <br><br>The oth** day we w**e speeding (rath** bumpily) through African semi-forested country side listening to motivational CDs by Stephen Covey, that Suraj insisted on listening to. It was hilarious &#8211; this guy is what ev**y social ent**prise fund is searching for &#8211; The &#8216;elusive&#8217; entrepreneur. It was getting dark and ...

... wrong with it, it&#8217;s just that she took up half of my seat, so I was sitting on the bus with half my butt off the seat, on an hour long bus ride. When we got home, Aunty and Yefowa were making fufu again. It was so yummy. Then Alfred asked me to hang out, so we did. We went to a spot and his friend, Kwame, joined us. We talked about our music, and our art, good stuff, but he&#8217;s still not my type. So we went home, and now I&#8217;m in bed, typing this&#8230;&#8230;..Nighty night! :-D 

... was ov** 300 km's. So, scratching that as an option we decided to get some local transport, which would be long** but cheap** and the real african way to travel. Of course, this lead to a slight disast**...we loaded onto the Nissan Urvan minivan aft** waiting about an hour to find it surprisingly uncrowded, as they are usually packed in like sardines. Hmmm, this is strange we said, and soon found out that the room was a false dawn. We took ov** an hour just to get out of the city area ...

... about 30 minutes outside of Accra. The beach resort called Big Millys Backyard was right next to the beach and had really nice western food and provided a change from the normal rice that we would normally get served. Swimming in the ocean was a bit limited as the current was quite strong so you didn't venture to far out but the beach itself was nice and there was always some kids to play football with. The sunrises and sun sets were beautiful as well especially with the ...