Nana Bema Hotel
Travel Blogs from Cape Coast
Final days, homecoming and a fat preacher
... belts didn't even have any potholes in them!
I flew with Virgin Atlantic, which as expected was pretty good. All went swimmingly until the last hour of the flight when the person sitting next to me started talking. When he told me he was a preacher my heart sank. His opening sentence was:
"So what do you think about the future of the world?"
"Well that's quite a big question" I replied. "I guess I'm pretty optimistic."
"I'm ...
Women be fat; white man; cane your children
... attire). This was always followed by very much approving looks from the men! If anything, this trip has shown me a very different culture that many of us are rarely exposed to, and it has been fascinating to witness the different social attitudes of Ghanaians to us Brits. It will be interesting to see whether this will change with further economic and political developments or whether certain parts become ever more entrenched into the Ghanaian way of ...
2 MORE WEEKS!
... was during Happy Hour! Needless to say by the end of the night we were quite content with burgers, countless pints of beer, Obruni music and even Scrabble! We looked so cool with our Club Beer and Scrabble! The night was great until we found ourselves in the middle of a drunken fight between a taxi driver and a few men. A little scary, but we managed to come home with no physical damage, only a little shaken up.
Friday we FINALLY gotten the majority of Mole sorted ...
"I'm Jewish" "Is that Jehovah's Witness?"
... a cloth. This is exemplary of one thing I have noticed, which is a can-do attitude on behalf of the kids, where they seem to think that the world is there for their taking, and no lack of resources can stop them from reaching their goals. Poverty has not stopped them from aspiring to be pilots, doctors and teachers, which demonstrates a fantastic attitude from the children in Ghana that I hope to cultivate during my time here. Bring on next ...
Slavery
... chamber where the slaves, branded with the initials of the company that owned them, could be sorted so that the right slaves were taken to the right ships. To ease this, the British built a wide tunnel so that they could easily transport slaves from the dungeons, past the 'door of no return', and on to the ships bound for the Caribbean and the Thirteen Colonies. This door has been renamed the 'door of return' as a symbolic sign for the black diaspora who return 'home' to ...