I am about to go to a program dinner, the last gathering of the California + Indiana crowd here in Ghana. I hope to do a few more reflections about what classes are like and what it was like to live here as well as to keep you updated on the travels as they happen. Thank you for reading.
To get started, a short list of things that are different about Ghana:
- Honking your car horn does not signify anger. Taxis honk to get your attention (every taxi, whether full or not, has honked at me hoping I need a fare), and cars often honk to the beat of the music on the radio
- Hard candies taste like cough drops
- There is always noise. If you go to sit down somewhere, there will inevitably be a stereo hammering out intense high life music. People don't talk to each other very much (there's no such thing as an awkward silence here), but there is always noise
- Hard work is not hard. The work ethic here is unmatchable. People believe that their purpose in life is derived from doing work, whereas I sometimes feel like my purpose comes from avoiding it
- You can buy anything you would ever want from the window of your car, ranging from food to newspapers to belts to those colander-like covers you put over sinks without garbage disposals
- You can ask anyone for directions at any time, and they will often walk with you to get there even if it is out of their way. There is no finer feeling than wandering, lost and dehydrated, only to find somebody to walk you directly to where you need to go
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Any more news? Where you at in your travels, now?
THEODORE I AM IN SPAIN AND I MISS YOU AND WHEN THE HECKLE AM I GOING TO SEE YOU
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