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Country of Obama's biggest fans, and land of best chocolate (other than hersheys)

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On Tuesday, we landed in Accra, Ghana. We woke up ate breakfast and went on a bus tour of Accra. We first visited the memorial of their first ever President, Nkruma. He was loved by the people so much that they didn’t even believe that he ever died. (His ideas live on.) It had tons of fountains that were statues of people playing trumpets and water coming out of the horn. Our next stop was a market that all of the people were going crazy trying to sell us things and chasing us around. Finally after about ten people that were chasing us gave up, we at last got back on the bus. Then, we went and had a Ghanaian lunch at a hotel. There was great food, especially the plantains. They were some of the best I’ve ever had. The only problem is that they ran out of food and so everyone had to wait forever. So after the almost nonexistent lunch was over, we went to memorial and home of the American writer, W.E.B Bois. We toured his house which was basically a museum. It was a little bit boring;; we went to the university of Ghana and looked around. We went into a bookstore, and bought a series of hilarious Barack Obama comic books. They show what they think is the story of his life. After we got home two and a half hours late, we went to bed and got ready for the next day.
At six o five AM, we woke up and went to catch a seven ‘o clock bus. We were headed for the slave dungeons. We went in and looked at the places that the slaves stayed. It was disturbing to learn about the conditions that the slaves had to endure. It was though, I think, a good experience, anyway. We saw the door of no return and the places where they were tortured. We saw the chains, and the room where bad slaves were kept. They were given no food or water and they would stay there until they died. We walked around in this place, realizing that all of these horrible things had happened right where we were. In the middle of the two slave castles we went to, we went to the weirdest lunch ever. First of all, we were not allowed to eat any uncooked food for fear of contamination, so that made it tricky when they served us a sandwich with lettuce, olives, pickles and some other weird veggie in it. Oh, and in the middle it had torn apart hot dogs in it. It was extremely strange. I was hoping that it was not the country’s delicacy. So after getting back to the ship two hours late again, we went to sleep, and looked forward to a sort of off day.
At around eight ten, we woke up to make an eight thirty breakfast. We hung around the ship until about noon, and then went out into the market. We ended up going back and forth between two stands that were right next to each other. We finally, mostly because the vendors were so nice bought from both of them. I bought an African mask African mask for ten cedis. We walked back to the ship and finally relaxed.
On our last day, we had to wake up again at six o five to make a seven o clock bus. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. So anyway, the bus ride we went on was to an African dance company. They taught us how to do African dances. There were two groups learning to dance with two different teachers. I was terrible like I am at all dancing. (I can’t just think of what to do right on the spot.) But when we were drumming, I was ok at that. Then, the drummers and the dancers played together and it was pretty fun. Mother was totally delighted the whole time. Apparently she had always wanted to play an African drum. She was smiling the whole time that we were playing, which was about twenty minutes. We also had about the hottest lunch ever. It was very good though. (Ooh this is painful. I’m fasting for Yom Kippur.) They had great plantains and chicken and rice and sauce and water and…. STOP!!!! ENOUGH!!!!!! Ok. Anyway. So after we left the dance company, we went back to the ship. We had dinner, and got ready for having Neptune day which would be the next day.
Over all, I liked the Ghanaian culture and people. They were all so friendly, and the place was so colorful. The people there loved Americans. They welcomed us to their country and wanted us to come back. The only real problem that I saw in Ghana was the traffic. It was completely awful. It was the worst that I have ever seen. Whenever they gave you an estimate of how long it would take you to get somewhere on the road, you would at least double it, most of the time about triple it. That is the main problem that they need to fix. Otherwise, this was the best country so far.

Posted by GabrielRR 01:38 Archived in Ghana Tagged round_the_world

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