Third Time is the Charm: First Day in Ghana

We got in this morning at 6am, after a 10-hour flight. We were delayed waiting for more "provisions", but all in all, we made it. After passport challenges and flight delays, we made it.

We found our guide, Eben, and his very friendly volunteer, Matthaeus. We spent a little bit waiting at the airport, a little bit getting to the van, a little bit driving to our homestay, a little bit meeting Constance and her son, a little bit changing clothes, a little bit debating about how to pay our participation fee, a little bit eating some oatmeal, and a little bit waiting for some water. Then we were raring* to go.


(*"Raring" is pretty generous for the delirious state we were in, with 0-4 hours of sleep each. But we didn't want to sleep.)


Our first stop was the National Museum, where Matthaeus got us a tour of all the cultural heritage artifacts they had on display. It was a very thorough tour, so by the end we were dragging a bit. But we pressed on, heading to the monument to the first president.


But once we got there, we found a garden that was a little dusty, a monument, and a bridal party. But not enough to pay the 6 cedis (and the extra time) to go into what was also a small museum.


Instead, we were all gungho to go to the market. And were we in for a surprise.


It was crowded. And cramped. And we had quite the time making sure all 8 of us were within shouting distance (which isn't that far when it's that loud and crowded.)


And there was everything under the sun to buy, but we were too busy navigating to get anything! We will try again at the Art Center (also, maybe, a market) to get more of the crafts that we want.

And now, naptime?