It's..... Saturday I think.
Just driven from our peaceful, noisy village in the country to Accra, the capital of Ghana.
The Wold Cup is still on.
Stuck in a traffic jam surrounded by street hawkers when Australia scored their first goal. A van full of squealing Australian women. I'm not patriotic, I don't squeal unless I stub my toe. I am tranformed. I squealed.
The internet cafe is air conditioned, huge, and has a big screen and big sound system. It's full of Ghanains. We walk in as Ghana scores its first goal. Ghanains know how to bounce... and hoot. Magic. Hundreds of them. Couldn't stop laughing.
Now it's half time.
Why are the sound systems here always distorted?
This first week has been amazing.
First impressions in a sleep deprived haze were a bit overwhelming. Sharing a room on the other side of clean with someone I just met.. and sharing a bed. Trying to get a too small mosquito net up when I couldn't stand up without wobbling sideways. Waking to an omelette, white bread sandwich when I don't eat wheat, running out of water momentarily and remembering not to drop the toilet paper down the toilet... but in the basket next to it, a two day headache, the incredible humidity, the rational fear of mosquitoes.
Game's back on... if I look hard left I have a clear view of the screen. Australia just nearly scored.
I never watch soccer.
The constant NOISE. The rooster goes off at 4 am, then someone starts sweeping. The dog begins whining, then the chatting ... and the yelling.. not agressive yelling, Ghanians just get passionate about things sometimes.
Breakfast at 7:30 am. The television is on in two rooms on different stations, the bar next door is playing loud, distorted, fabulous music and the traditional medicine man down the road is spruiking his product on what sounds like the towns PA system (the following day it was announcements for the over 18s that they must enrol to vote before 2013.. QUICK!)
Going to post now in case I lose this connection...
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