Easter Wedding

We finally went to a wedding! Usually, all family events are on Saturdays: weddings, funerals, engagements, naming ceremonies, but because today is Easter, a friend's cousin moved his wedding to Sunday. Sarah, Hannah, and I went to Tema with our friend Eugene in the early afternoon. Before the wedding actually started, the church held its weekly service so we were in for both church and a wedding. Through the entire service the couple was sitting under a trellis covered in fake flowers, participating with the service. After an hour and a bit of Easter mass in both English and Twi, the actual wedding started! It was really different though. the bride and groom just stood up from their seats, said their vows and exchanged rings ad then it was over. It was like ten minutes long! They went into a separate room to sign the legal papers, came back out, and walked down the aisle. And that was it.

The reception was just as different as the wedding was. The bride and groom arrived and had their first dance, but it wasn't a slow dance. I suppose it doesn't really have to be, but it was hella awkward. There were a bunch of speeches, not necessarily about the couple but about marriage in general, Easter and other stuff. The MC was trying to keep our attention, but we were all so hungry it really didn't work! While we were waiting for food, the bride tossed the bouquet and I had to duck to miss it! Apparently the kitchen was really behind. By the time we could get in line for the buffet, it was already the time us girls had decided we needed to leave! We crammed in our food, had a piece of strange gingerbread/fruitcake wedding cake, said our congratulations to the bride and groom and were ready to leave. Apparently everyone else was as well. As soon as cake had been served, the place emptied FAST. There was no dancing or anything. But hey, I went to a wedding! Apparently the engagements are more culturally relevant, with more traditions and stuff. Overall the wedding was pretty western, even if it was missing all the dancing.

Togo, revisited.

 

Because Ghana is getting so routine, we decided we needed a little French influence again! Alanna and I went back to Togo to try to get our visas extended so we could spend a week there over exams or something.  We took off at about 9:30, turned around at 9:40 because i had stupidly  forgotten my passport (I really need to learn how to pack earlier than an hour before I leave…) and we were finally on our tro tro to Lome at about 11.

Our first order of business was trying to renew our Togo visas. We took the motor taxis, zemi-johns, through Lome and discovered actually how big the city is! I guess the three hours we spent there a few weeks ago didn’t really cut it. Go figure. The men at the passport office had no idea what we were talking about when we wanted extensions. We tried to tell them that a handful of other girls had gotten theirs extended but they wouldn’t hear it, probably because so many people were in line. So our entire reason for going to Togo was a fail.

There was a small Lebanese place on our way back, and starved of vegetables for three months, we decided an early dinner was necessary. The BEST Fatoush, ever. We ended up gong back for nearly every meal! it was nearly 8 by this time, so we headed back to our hotel. Luckily for us, Fridays are jazz night! There was a live band who played most of the night. Alanna and I were half dead from travelling, so we went to bead early and fell asleep to jazzed up bob Marley.

Saturday was market day! We hit up the Grand Market looking for touristy things and had plenty of help finding them. A lady who only spoke French followed us for about an hour before we could communicate enough to figure out what she was saying. In the end, she either wanted to take us to church, or to lunch. As soon as we could mime the fact that we had already eaten, she left only to be replaced with another man. He was Ghanaian, spoke with us in Twi and helped us find the right places in the market to get Batiks and Togo things. Of course all he really wanted was us to visit his shop and buy his EXTREMELY (and when I say extremely I mean, whoa. WAY overpriced) expensive little wooden carvings. Yeah right. So we jumped on zemi-johns and headed to the Voodoo market.

This market was sad. It was in a small parking lot in the middle of nowhere, stuffed with tables full of the dried heads of any animal you can think of. There were horns, teeth, claws, dried mice, chameleons, birds; heads with hair or skulls of cats, dogs, antelope, goats; hides of leopards, antelope, goats; caged rats, a vulture on a post, a live chameleon in a bag. it was a potpourri of stuff I would have rather not seen, but was too curious not to peek.

After this lovely market, we went back to the border and slipped through with a 60 day Ghanaian extension, enough to get us home, without having to bribe the gatekeepers.

Mole National Park

One of the biggest trips people take in Ghana is to Mole, the national park in the north that boasts many different animals and safaris. I left at 6 am with two other friends from ISEP and we barely made it to the bus by 7:40. Traffic was horrendous. We hopped on and found the seats we’d be sitting in for the next 13 hours. That’s right, longer than the flight here. We got into Tamale past my bedtime only to find out that a curfew had been installed because of serious fighting and there was no way we’d catch our bus in the morning. We slept in a hostel close by and got up at 5, an hour before the curfew lifted. So of course, when we walked out onto the street, there was a policeman stationed at every intersection which was unquestionably the most organized I’ve ever seen the police here. At 6 we finally caught a taxi, made it a block and a half before we saw a bunch of people running at top speed from the intersection we were headed for. Of course, a fight had broken out between a policeman and some guys. There were baton smacks, kicks and men on the ground, but that’s all I saw before the taxi driver punched it in reverse. We took an alternate route, obviously, to the tro tro station, waited an hour and a half, and squeezed into a tro with five people sitting across and 6 rows. There were also men on top with their bikes and a very unfriendly chicken at my feet. I don’t know HOW toes look like food, but apparently mine are delicious! The ride was supposed to be four hours but we hit a few speed bumps. First, our back tire blew about ten minutes after we turned onto an endless dirt road. So we piled off, they fixed it pretty quickly, then we all piled back on. Ten minutes later, the engine starts smoking, we book it off the tro, they spend a bit more time looking at the engine, then we cautiously sit back down. We got into Damongo in the early afternoon and caught a very expensive taxi ten miles into the bush before we got to the main gate.

After sorting out our rooms, we did what anyone would do their first time in the African bush!.. went swimming in the hotel pool. We were too late for any of the safaris for the rest of the day, so we relaxed after our extremely long trip. The next morning we took a 7am walking safari around the waterholes and through some of the back parts of the park. We saw a ton of antelope, mainly Bushbuck, Waterbuck and Cob. There were Warthogs, monkeys, crocodiles and lots of ants, but none of the only animal we went to see: elephants. We got back just in time for breakfast and another dip in the pool! We overheard a group of German boys (:D heh heh heh!) talking about a canoe safari and how cool it was supposed to be, so we joined their group. There’s a river that creates one of the borders of the park and during the dry season, now, it gets incredibly low. How they thought they could fit 7 people in a slightly larger than average sized canoe was beyond me. We paddled ten minutes down the river and turned around because the river was too low, but still paid for an hour tour… ahhh African tourism. So we went back to the information center and hopped on a 3:30 driving safari. We spent two hours driving around as much of the park as possible, seeing exactly the same animals. The only cool part was that we got to ride on top of the off-roader that was driving us around! Because we still hadn’t seen any elephants, we agreed that another day was the only way.

That night, we hiked out to a tree house set up about 45 minutes from the hotel/pool/restaurant complex that we had stayed at the night before. I’m definitely not a fan of night hikes; my clumsiness is just magnified in the dark. We heard a few hyenas, saw some baboons, and had an awesome conversation so the hike was actually worth it. When we got back to the hotel in the morning, we had breakfast and signed up for another 3:30 safari. There were more monkeys running around than usual, and they were much hungrier than the other days we had sat by the pool. Out of nowhere, baboons would run up and snatch anything food-like in sight! I lost a bag of nuts, another girl lost some crackers, and Adam, the guy we were travelling with, chucked a bottle of water at one to protect his peanut butter. The afternoon was seriously more entertaining than our last safari. No elephants had been seen in the park for two days, so we had given up hope. We had dinner with the Germans laughing about the stuff I remembered and I ended up explaining things to the two I was travelling with because the boys would go off in German. It was definitely a highlight of the trip!

Our bus back to Tamale left at 4 the next morning but luckily, when we got in, we found out a man had to drive down to Kumasi in his own car and was looking for people to ride along offset the cost. SWEEEET! So we paid less than the bus fare to drive comfortably down to Kumasi, which took hours less than what the bus would have taken. We were dropped off at the bus station and grabbed a cheap bus back to Accra, getting in at about 9:30. Hopefully I’ll never have to take buses for that long again! These past few days have been catch up days, full of much needed sleep!

International Football…Say Whaaaat!

Today a group of us woke up early to run downtown and secure tickets to what I’m sure has been one of the biggest soccer games we’ve seen live. It was $7 to get into two back to back games: Ivory Coast vs. Liberia in the Olympic qualifiers and Ivory Coast vs. Benin in the African Cup qualifiers! The Olympic game was nothing quite too special. To be eligible to play in the games no players can be in a pro league so they’re all under 20 basically. But the African cup game was AWESOME. It was a legit national team game! So the players on the teams are those that play in the world cup!! Plus, Drogba, a famous player for an English league was playing for Ivory Coast! To accurately explain how important he is to world, African and English soccer, I have a notebook with his face on it… along with hundreds of other people!

So one of the guys I w ent with decided it was too good of an opportunity to  miss. He sweet talked his way into a press badge and spent the second half of the first game and the entire second game on the field, taking pictures and chatting with photographers and press from all over the country and continent. He’s rubbed it in our faces since, trust me.

Togo, or Not To Go and Accra vs. Kumasi

Our visas are only valid for 60 days at a time so we either have to pay 40 Cedi each month to get them renewed… or leave the country. Tough choice… so today we went to Togo! It was only a day trip so we could keep costs down, but that meant that we could only spend so long across the border. It took about three hours to get there and hour and a half to cross into Togo (everything was ass-backwards: go here, then go there, then go back…) so we really only had about three hours to explore the country… Yep. So we took a taxi to the central market, wasted twenty minutes looking for lunch and then basically vegged out. We found a little hole of a restaurant and ordered lunch from a mixed menu. On one hand, there was couscous, on the other was fried chicken and Jollof, a Ghanaian staple. The couscous was awesomely regular but had a super delicious buttery cabbage soup as a side!

After lunch we had about 45 minutes to wander around before finding a ride back. The market in Lome sells much of the same things as those in Ghana, but with some distinct differences. Instead of people selling huge loafs of bread, it was tasty, crunchy baguettes! There were swarms of motorcycle taxis everywhere instead of cabs. Plus there was that tiny little French language problem. We did manage to find the BEST street food I’ve ever had, a baguette with chunky avocado, onion, lime and oil. Hoooo, we ate a whole one of those and brought another and two plain baguettes home! I’m really looking forward to needing to renew my visa again!

Sunday was another adventure day. We’ve been assigned this GIGANTIC research group project in psychology of religion. My topic is to compare the leaders of Christianity, Islam and Traditionalism. So of course, when our group split up to do interviews another study abroad student and I jumped at the chance to interview a few traditional priests! We went with a Ghanaian who knew his way around traditionalism to Jamestown and met with three priests. The first reminded me of my uncle, it was really weird. But each of them said a few of the same things. The first thing that each of them said was that they were appointed, by god, to the role. To be a traditional priest, you have to be born the oldest son of a practicing priest. So it’s thought that God chooses and directs a soul to fill the first baby of a priest. A good deal, but is lineage really all that a person needs to become a priest? Traditionalism is also one of those religions that believes there is a spirit for everything (trees, rocks houses, toothpicks, etc.) and that the spirit of the world, the one that keeps other spirits in and turns the globe and all that, is Djemawon. So basically how the religion works, is the people offer something to the priest asking for help, the priest offers something else to Djemawon asking for advice, and then Djemawon speaks to God, who in turn tells the priest what should be done.

We finished the three interviews and Miriam (studying here from Norway) and I went to the Accra vs. Kumasi soccer match downtown! This was seriously the biggest deal in the world to everyone in Accra. Apparently, the grudge between Accra and Kumasi is bigger than that between the Packers and the Vikings, and craaaaap did we see it! People were getting pissed at others that were standing in the way and punches were thrown. After the game cars all the way back were honking like mad, flags were hanging from side mirrors and taxi drivers were charging more to people from the opposite team! Accra lost pretty badly so a lot of people were sour for the rest of the day. But it was still awesome to see!

 

PS. I promise updates are coming about another football game and our trip up north!