Date: 28/02/2010
Time: 21:00
Location: Accra, Ghana
Some would say that 16 is a celebratory age, some would say 18, and others…21. All three ages are occasions to celebrate- I guess it just depends where in the world you are. As my family “currently reside” (there you go ISIS people) in the United States I will celebrate the American age of 21. Though I did celebrate my 18th in England pretty well (thank you Chrissie, Baker, Lauren, and Katie K) - oh and to Andrew and Jack who ended up with the bill at the end of the night! Although my 18th is pretty hard to forget, 21 is something more to celebrate. The year I can legally drink in America is the day that I am free to roam the world (though I think my parents would say I do that anyway!).
I had a 21st birthday in America over Christmas break- that… well let’s just say that I do not remember most of it (not that I am proud of that fact) but in Ghana with double birthday- seeing as Molly’s was the day before mine we were determined to make a little bit of a birthday week. Molly’s birthday we went out to- After One. Molly is the cutest- she decided because it was her birthday she should buy everyone shots. But… it backfired on her… we made sure she was drinking enough and eventually she was drunk enough to go home.
The next fabulous day was my birthday. The day was superb. Most people would assume that people would have made me drink an immense amount seeing as it was my 21st birthday. Well… my birthday so happened to be on Wednesday- one of the busiest days that I have here. Two classes in a row- African Music and Dance and then the torturous class of Postcolonial Literature. Don’t get me wrong- I absolutely love the books and plays we are reading- in fact I highly recommend the reading list- 1 book a week- most reading I have done for an English class before. But, sitting through that 3 hour class is I would say ripping out your eyes worthy. But anyway, the night went on had a relaxing dinner at Tante Maries with a relaxing beer, and ended up just hanging out for the night. I had a birthday plan for the Friday and as I had to get up early to visit my husband Gideon at New Horizon Special school the next morning I did not want to be hung over. So it was a lovely birthday.
Friday came about. I would usually say, TGIF but no week here has ever been slow and a lot of the time I want time to slow down because it is going too fast. But, In this case…I was pumped for the itinerary for the day. La Palm Beach Resort was lucky enough to host all of us for some fun in the sun. Although it was 10 cedi to get in it was 10 cedi worth spending. The pool was to die for. With everyone being in their hostility phase, it was perfect with a swim up bar to go swim and grab some drinks, a little kid play area (which was closed…but a few of us made sure we had a photo shoot in the area!) I really wish it was open because I actually wanted to play in that area. Swimming, drinking, and tanning- well for some of us. Liza refused to go into the sun all day as she had to even out the burn she had gotten the previous day- she had to make sure she looked good for Steve’s arrival that next morning.
The day was fabulous, and ended up having to take Douglas home as the degenerate decided to basically black out whilst we were at the pool. The main goal for the day was yes to have fun, but also to have no one drown- pretty sure a lot of us thought a few times that Doug was going to drown. But we got him out there. Got him some water on the tro tro ride home, got him to bed to get ready for the Indian dinner we were to have a couple hours later. The Indian dinner was to die for. Dinner was approved by Neisha who is Indian. I was glad to have her approval as only she would know what truly authentic Indian was. Indian, Indian in my belly- nothing more satisfying.
Saturday morning a 4:00 am wake-up call so that we could be on the bus to Kumasi by 4:45. It was brutal but at least we went to bed early the night before allowing ourselves to be fully rested. The journey was alright- thank goodness we did not have to listen to Melissa and Sara L singing this round (but how the other times it was just so beautiful). I really do not have a lot to say about Kumasi. To be honest I was hugely disappointed with this trip. Kumasi seems like a really cool city- being the second largest city in Ghana Accra being the first, it was oddly enough a lot more modern and built up then Accra. I really can’t say that much for it because most of the time we were on the bus and they did not actually let us go out and explore Kumasi first hand- but from the bus windows it seemed that there were a lot more modern buildings. I was impressed to say the least. The market was a bust as they bought us on a Sunday and obviously Sunday is not a market day. Christa is obsessed with these mini stools that they make there so we stopped off at the stool market where we got mauled by all the stool vendors. We also got to see the house where the king got to live- that was um quiet boring- pretty sure even our RA’s were laughing at the tour guide. But oh well. Overall the weekend was a bust but at least we got to see a little bit of Kumasi and I hope to go back to fully explore the city and see what it has to offer.
For now goodbye,
-KR x
Time: 21:00
Location: Accra, Ghana
Some would say that 16 is a celebratory age, some would say 18, and others…21. All three ages are occasions to celebrate- I guess it just depends where in the world you are. As my family “currently reside” (there you go ISIS people) in the United States I will celebrate the American age of 21. Though I did celebrate my 18th in England pretty well (thank you Chrissie, Baker, Lauren, and Katie K) - oh and to Andrew and Jack who ended up with the bill at the end of the night! Although my 18th is pretty hard to forget, 21 is something more to celebrate. The year I can legally drink in America is the day that I am free to roam the world (though I think my parents would say I do that anyway!).
I had a 21st birthday in America over Christmas break- that… well let’s just say that I do not remember most of it (not that I am proud of that fact) but in Ghana with double birthday- seeing as Molly’s was the day before mine we were determined to make a little bit of a birthday week. Molly’s birthday we went out to- After One. Molly is the cutest- she decided because it was her birthday she should buy everyone shots. But… it backfired on her… we made sure she was drinking enough and eventually she was drunk enough to go home.
The next fabulous day was my birthday. The day was superb. Most people would assume that people would have made me drink an immense amount seeing as it was my 21st birthday. Well… my birthday so happened to be on Wednesday- one of the busiest days that I have here. Two classes in a row- African Music and Dance and then the torturous class of Postcolonial Literature. Don’t get me wrong- I absolutely love the books and plays we are reading- in fact I highly recommend the reading list- 1 book a week- most reading I have done for an English class before. But, sitting through that 3 hour class is I would say ripping out your eyes worthy. But anyway, the night went on had a relaxing dinner at Tante Maries with a relaxing beer, and ended up just hanging out for the night. I had a birthday plan for the Friday and as I had to get up early to visit my husband Gideon at New Horizon Special school the next morning I did not want to be hung over. So it was a lovely birthday.
Friday came about. I would usually say, TGIF but no week here has ever been slow and a lot of the time I want time to slow down because it is going too fast. But, In this case…I was pumped for the itinerary for the day. La Palm Beach Resort was lucky enough to host all of us for some fun in the sun. Although it was 10 cedi to get in it was 10 cedi worth spending. The pool was to die for. With everyone being in their hostility phase, it was perfect with a swim up bar to go swim and grab some drinks, a little kid play area (which was closed…but a few of us made sure we had a photo shoot in the area!) I really wish it was open because I actually wanted to play in that area. Swimming, drinking, and tanning- well for some of us. Liza refused to go into the sun all day as she had to even out the burn she had gotten the previous day- she had to make sure she looked good for Steve’s arrival that next morning.
The day was fabulous, and ended up having to take Douglas home as the degenerate decided to basically black out whilst we were at the pool. The main goal for the day was yes to have fun, but also to have no one drown- pretty sure a lot of us thought a few times that Doug was going to drown. But we got him out there. Got him some water on the tro tro ride home, got him to bed to get ready for the Indian dinner we were to have a couple hours later. The Indian dinner was to die for. Dinner was approved by Neisha who is Indian. I was glad to have her approval as only she would know what truly authentic Indian was. Indian, Indian in my belly- nothing more satisfying.
Saturday morning a 4:00 am wake-up call so that we could be on the bus to Kumasi by 4:45. It was brutal but at least we went to bed early the night before allowing ourselves to be fully rested. The journey was alright- thank goodness we did not have to listen to Melissa and Sara L singing this round (but how the other times it was just so beautiful). I really do not have a lot to say about Kumasi. To be honest I was hugely disappointed with this trip. Kumasi seems like a really cool city- being the second largest city in Ghana Accra being the first, it was oddly enough a lot more modern and built up then Accra. I really can’t say that much for it because most of the time we were on the bus and they did not actually let us go out and explore Kumasi first hand- but from the bus windows it seemed that there were a lot more modern buildings. I was impressed to say the least. The market was a bust as they bought us on a Sunday and obviously Sunday is not a market day. Christa is obsessed with these mini stools that they make there so we stopped off at the stool market where we got mauled by all the stool vendors. We also got to see the house where the king got to live- that was um quiet boring- pretty sure even our RA’s were laughing at the tour guide. But oh well. Overall the weekend was a bust but at least we got to see a little bit of Kumasi and I hope to go back to fully explore the city and see what it has to offer.
For now goodbye,
-KR x
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