Half of what I say is meaningless but I say it so the other half may reach you
-Khalil Bibran
So first off something to do with Canada. A Congratulations I'd like to send out to Karl Alzner. Congratulations on becoming captain, on the gold(twice) and on the draft(i thought i saw you and said congrats but in case i didn't here it is). If anyone who's reading this and talks with Karl please pass on the congrats to him. I got a package from home with newspaper clippings of Karl on the front and the ensuing article. It sent happy shivers down my spine. It just made me so happy to see someone realizing their dream after so much work(and much more to come). Next step is the Stanley cup, then the Olympics. Congrats dude, I always knew you'd make it
Now where to start, when you're not sure you want to start. It's been a long time and i got a lot of ground to cover. This many attribute to random things being said and a not so straight time line.(20 mins later) I can't write. My throat is burning. But please don't worry. I'll figure this out, hopefully. Hope is such a strange word. That poem I wrote about hope, I have something to admit to. I don't believe in the ending. I knew thats the way it would be best suited for others to read and that's why it ended with the prospect of a better tomorrow. But writing the poem, whatever you'd like to call it, how it ended is not how i felt. For this I apologize. Maybe one day I will believe in that ending and maybe that's why i wrote it that way. Don't read into this to much and don't get upset by this. Everyone has off days and everyone has days of down trodden feelings. Some days short and bitter others long and drawn out. I came today to talk about/update my time in Ghana. But as i started to read a letter, something took hold of me, drained me of all avenues of thought. To try and tell you about my time now would be a waist of both your time and mine. Anything I would write at this time would only be half ass'd and unenthusiastic, pure rubbish. I probably should leave this writing to somewhere else, not somewhere that others could view it. But i do owe an explanation of sorts as to why I'm not updating. Right now for the past little while I haven't been here in the present. Where? Same thing I'd like to know but I've been questioning many things only coming to answers that either fuel more questions or ash into un-quenching responses. Every time I come to write I just loose the "spark", my mind empties into space, open space in confined quarters. To simply put it, I get there and I Just Can't Write. Strange i know(wish this excuse worked in English class). Today is just not a great day and I wrote about it. So like i said don't worry. Days come, days go. Some fast and others slow. Take'm as they come but don't take'm to seriously. Sorry I'm only good for about two lines rhyming and then you're on your own. I know it's unfair to leave everyone in the dust and not tell people what I'm up to. So I'll make you a promise. I'm going to try really hard to update. I think what i need to do next time is write something before i come. I just can't seem to do it on spot anymore. Please bear with me as much as I'm trying do the same. This was a somber kinda entry we need a joke. Here's my all time favorite joke. I'm serious I'm not telling a lie, this is my fav joke of all time, hands down or hopefully on your stomach because you're laughing so hard.
What did Batman say to Robin before they got in Batmobile? Get in the Batmobile Robin.
Okay i won't be offend if you didn't find rip roaring hilarious. It's more about the delivery in person but still its my fav.
PEACE AND LOVE(seriously I mean it)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Friday, December 14, 2007
Travel time, it's travel time.
A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving
-Lao Tzu
So here's a small post just to let you know what we'll be doing for the next three weeks when we travel. We'll be leavin Ada on the 17 Dec to travel to Cape Coast. While there we'll be visiting two slave castles and what ever else we can find. Then on the 20 we'll be heading Tamale. In Tamale we'll be volunteering for a man called Dr. Abdulai, who runs a free medical clinic and is also a part of a food program cooking and brining food to the homeless(I'll be volunteering at both places later). Every Christmas he has a big dinner for all the "poor" in the area. We'll be helping by preparing the food for a few days and on the 25 distributing it. From there we'll leave on 26 to Mole. We're going to Mole National Park to see the wild life in Ghana. On the 30 we'll travel to Baobeng, Feima Monkey Sanctuary. Jan 2 we'll travel to operation Hand in Hand. It's shelter for the mentally and physically handicapped children. We leave on the 4 of Jan to Bouyem to stay at an Eco village where we'll be able to hike and see some caves. From there on the 7 we'll travel to Kumasi to stay there for a week as a retreat. We'll use this time to center ourselves and get prepared for splitting off and going to or volunteer placements. That about sums it up, it's what we planned but you never know things can change. I'm excited either way. Thank you to everyone for your support and letters and for keeping in contact even when I'm not always able to respond. Thank you. It's nap time. PEACE AND LOVE.
-Lao Tzu
So here's a small post just to let you know what we'll be doing for the next three weeks when we travel. We'll be leavin Ada on the 17 Dec to travel to Cape Coast. While there we'll be visiting two slave castles and what ever else we can find. Then on the 20 we'll be heading Tamale. In Tamale we'll be volunteering for a man called Dr. Abdulai, who runs a free medical clinic and is also a part of a food program cooking and brining food to the homeless(I'll be volunteering at both places later). Every Christmas he has a big dinner for all the "poor" in the area. We'll be helping by preparing the food for a few days and on the 25 distributing it. From there we'll leave on 26 to Mole. We're going to Mole National Park to see the wild life in Ghana. On the 30 we'll travel to Baobeng, Feima Monkey Sanctuary. Jan 2 we'll travel to operation Hand in Hand. It's shelter for the mentally and physically handicapped children. We leave on the 4 of Jan to Bouyem to stay at an Eco village where we'll be able to hike and see some caves. From there on the 7 we'll travel to Kumasi to stay there for a week as a retreat. We'll use this time to center ourselves and get prepared for splitting off and going to or volunteer placements. That about sums it up, it's what we planned but you never know things can change. I'm excited either way. Thank you to everyone for your support and letters and for keeping in contact even when I'm not always able to respond. Thank you. It's nap time. PEACE AND LOVE.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Village life pt.2
Our revels are ended. Those our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And like this insubstantial pageant faded
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
-William Shakespeare (The Tempest, IV,i)
How do you put a month and half of village life into one blog post.Simply put, you don't i finally have to succumb to picking and choosing, I'll live. I'm just going to start randomly typing about things in no particular order. So lets go to the school. The caning was hard to watch and it did get to me but it was a part of their schooling no matter if i agreed with it or not. The one thing tat bothered me the most was the teachers inherent lack of caring for their education. When students would get things wrong, he would laugh and scoff at the fact they couldn't comprehend the work. When i was teaching it was hard because of the language gap but still fun to do regardless. When i noticed that that some of the kids were completely of base i tried to take them aside and teach them one on one but most of the time it was to no avail. It was hard and bewildering to see the answers that some of the kids would come up with for math equations. Simply put some students had no idea how to properly add pass the use of both hands. I'm not going to gone about school because i don't want to seem entirely negative about it. It was a great thing to do and i loved playing with the kids and taking pictures of them. It was hilarious. You would take one picture of them and they would scream. Then they would demand to see the picture and scream. I think i took a few hundred(5-600) pictures of them and each one was worth it. O ya i forgot to mention, one day in class when the teacher wasn't there the kids kept telling me to cane other children and they handed me his cane(one of two). So i took and said"While I'm teaching their will be no caning" and then i proceeded to break it into pieces. They laughed and later they wanted me to break the other one but I knew I couldn't. If I did that I would have caused a much bigger problem. The teacher never talked to me about the cane.
While in the village i was a able to do some of the farming that takes place. Weeding is hard work. Your back bent over for two hours and the constant ripping out of plants that don't do you any good. I'm pretty sure I'd moved some muscles that have never been moved in their life (or at least that's what it felt like). Farming Cassava is my favorite. Its a long stem(red) and you pull it out of the ground. Attached to it are anywhere from 3-6(or more) pieces of Cassava(shaped like yams but bigger) which then chop off with the machete. So you continue to uproot and chop and then when you have all you need you bring the Cassava back to your compound. O ya and would you like to know how you replant the Cassava. Take the stems and break them into 12 inches and BAM plant those suckers back in the ground.DOPE. How cool is that. So after your done all that you still have to peel the Cassava. Grab your cutlass and start peeling. It took me a few tries to get the hang of it because i was afraid i would cut to much off. But underneath is a thick amount of skin that needs to be cut of before its good. Once thats done it can be used, once boiled and pounded, to make Fufu. Or you can bring the Cassava to the grinder and get it ground and then it can be made into Banku. It can also be made into cocote(i know i didn't spell this right) which is Cassava Porridge but its liquidy and can be either sweet or a bit spicy. You can also make Cassava cookies and many other things with Cassava. It's a pretty solid plant. I also tried this tea which is made from a root(same one used for watchi), it's called blood tea. It helps increase your blood flow and looks like blood. You make it by squeeze the root with your hands in water for a while until its blood red, next step, drink. It's the craziest thing, you get the liquid in your mouth and there's no taste. One second after you swallow it BAM your hit with this intense, kinda sweet taste, but there was only so much blood tea that i could handle. Another thing i got to do a lot of, besides peeling Cassava and school, was picking the tops off Pepe. I hate to say it but i never actually got to go and farm Cassava. There were many times where i was told that i would be taken farming or weeding but no one came to get me. Picking the tops off Pepe was all ways welcome in my books. One by one you grab and tear the tops off each tiny Pepe. Simple and a good to busy yourself.
Did Mark get sick you might be asking yourselves. What a silly question!! Of course he did is the answer. Just a quick discretion for people here if you don't like bodily functions and descriptions of how they some times go haywire, skip this paragraph. So i only got super sick about 3 times. 1. I felt really weird one night, bloated and queasy and not sleeping. I decided to take 2 constipation pills, no luck, followed by an anti-nausea pill, which I secretly hoped would make me puke. No for those of you that know me i hate puking and haven't for a few years(I'm serious). I got my wish though and let me tell you i got it in abundance. I puked 6 times one after the other the last 2 weren't so bad. The first for times i would describe them as upside down geysers. I felt much better and like I'd lost some weight as a bonus. 2. We were in Nkaw kaw(I'll mention later)
and i had constipation. In the bowel world of mark thats been a normal thing in Ghana. But it had been 9 days and one time that i went during those nine days only produced a pebble with blood(and the medication the gave me didn't work). So reluctantly I went back to the hospital where i was given fluids to line my insides and other things. It worked but very painfully and funnily. While sitting on the can the meds kicked in. As my body shock, as if I was turning into the hulk(painfully lets not forget it had been 9 days), I puked-great times. Now if your complaining about the grossness of this description, remember I warned you. 3. I got Malaria but didn't realize at first. I spent one day in bed with a headache so bad eating hurt, listen hurt, moving hurt, my eye sockets hurt. It hurt. And then my dependable constipation turned into unpredictable diarrhea. In less than10 hours i went to washroom 20 times. Now I can finally say I crapped my self thin. I'm serious I used to weigh around 180 and now its around 160. Hooray?? So the next day i went to clinic and got meds but in the end i went to the hospital in Battor cause i had a fever of 102-103 which went to 104.4 once i started the meds. But I'm good know well i guess i should say for now. Don't if i get sick again at least I'll be at a medical clinic for the next 2 months (volunteering).
So we went to Nkaw kaw for a week retreat. It was time to be together as a group and relax and figure out where we were. It was a beautiful place, surrounded by mountains and made all the more amazing in the morning surrounded by the mist. We stayed with Father Paul. On grounds was the church, a school and the hospital(close by, i know this). Father Paul was a really nice guy, a little infuriating at times but solid. He would chuckle all the time when he talked. Each day he taught us about traditional religion and life in Ghana. He also took us around to see sights around the area. He was one crazy speeding driver though, I loved it. If you want to read more about Nkaw kaw i believe the others blogs may have more in depth. The one thing i loved about him was his openness. We disagreed about things to do with religion and when he asked our opinion he did not get offended. For example i told him something i think the church should change is there stance on Homosexuality. Later he asked my about this because i agreed that it was a sin. But i meant it like I agree its a sin according to the bible and i didn't agree. I told him that it was interpreted through the bible that it was a sin but it wasn't really. Now I've had people freak on my for saying this and they were just church goers. But I'm happy to say that he took this with what seemed to be genuine consideration. All in all a solid dude and a solid place to go to.
One thing I loved was the nights in my village. No matter how that day went whether I was feeling up or down, I had the sleeping mat to look forward to and the stars to look up at. After dinner as it would start to get dark Vida would bring out the sleeping mat and then I would lie down and look up straight into dark of the bright stared night and get lost in my thoughts. Some nights were filled with sounds from the radio, some with conversations in Dangme, some with conversations with the people around me, some with me and my "mother" Ataa, some with me and Vida fooling around and some nights the mat was filled with children. I always look forward to the night. You might be noticing that I haven't talked about specific people or relationships. It's not because I don't have any, I do. It's not because they've been negative, some have others haven't. I just don't feel like it at the moment, another day maybe. I haven't felt like updating my blog for awhile being discourage by my increasingly slow typing and just blanking when I go to do it. Even in my journal that, surprisingly to myself, I had been writing in a few times a week consistently, I haven't' written in for a month. I only yesterday started writing in. My stay in the village has been an amazing time/experience but it has been a struggle. Not one I wasn't prepared to face, just one I wasn't expecting. Comparing yourself to others is not the best thing to do so I won't. For the longest time I've felt like I had failed the program, been doing something wrong, not trying hard enough, closing my self off somehow. But I know that I'm not, I've done nothing wrong, I have been trying and didn't try to close my self off. I know this may sound bleak or something but you gota type what ya gota type. I've had so many happy/positive/informative/great times that were amazing(children are amazing, thank you very much). But I had many times where it hasn't been like that and the great times didn't last. That's not a bad thing though, as a friend told me happiness is something you have to work for. When it comes its the sweetest reward(we'll they didn't say that part but its a nice add on). That's how life works, there's ups and downs; if everything was great all the time that would suck. I don't regret anything and I'm thankful for being here everyday.
One thing we talk about in the program is need and wants. I don't need e-mails from friends back at home, I want e-mails from back at home. I know that I can't get back to everyone but i would appreciate. I want to hear how people are doing, whats new and actually news stuff. I have no idea whats going on in the world. I did get some time to read about Iran and about a peace conference in the middle east with Israel. But if anybody has any news about this particular newsy thing, whether now or in the future, let me know. The world currency is situated under the US dollar(I don't know if said that right). I read that China,OPEC and others may take there money out of the us dollar and put it into the EU(European Union), the Euro. This would be devastating to US because that would mean they would have to pay back their debts they owe(to China they owe the most) and the US is the most indebted country(pretty crazy huh). That would mean that at some point, if enough people put their money under the EU, the US would actually be in debt because they can't actually afford to pay back all the money they owe. For once they would be in the same shoes of some many of the countries they helped to get to that point of poverty. Anyways whatever people send me, I'd really appreciate e-mails from home. Man I'm hungry. Your lucky, this time your going to get two quotes. Well I'm heading out. O ya i forgot to mention, I got dreadlocks but they're gone now. My profile pic is of them, they're not the best pic I have but i can't upload my pics. They were done with fake hair overlapping mine. I think I may get dreads when i get back to Canada. They won't be as long but they'll still look good. PEACE AND LOVE.
You must always be intoxicated.
That sums it all up; it's the only question. In order not to feel the horrible burden of Time which breaks your back and bends you down to earth, you must be unremittingly intoxicated
But on what? Wine, poetry, virtue, as you please. But never be sober.
And if it should chance that sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you wake up and your intoxication has already diminished or disappeared, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock ask everything that rolls, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them what time it is and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: It's time to be intoxicated!
If you do not wish to be one of the tortured slaves of Time, never be sober; never be sober! Use wine, poetry, or virtue, as you please.
Charles-Pierre Baudelaire
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And like this insubstantial pageant faded
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
-William Shakespeare (The Tempest, IV,i)
How do you put a month and half of village life into one blog post.Simply put, you don't i finally have to succumb to picking and choosing, I'll live. I'm just going to start randomly typing about things in no particular order. So lets go to the school. The caning was hard to watch and it did get to me but it was a part of their schooling no matter if i agreed with it or not. The one thing tat bothered me the most was the teachers inherent lack of caring for their education. When students would get things wrong, he would laugh and scoff at the fact they couldn't comprehend the work. When i was teaching it was hard because of the language gap but still fun to do regardless. When i noticed that that some of the kids were completely of base i tried to take them aside and teach them one on one but most of the time it was to no avail. It was hard and bewildering to see the answers that some of the kids would come up with for math equations. Simply put some students had no idea how to properly add pass the use of both hands. I'm not going to gone about school because i don't want to seem entirely negative about it. It was a great thing to do and i loved playing with the kids and taking pictures of them. It was hilarious. You would take one picture of them and they would scream. Then they would demand to see the picture and scream. I think i took a few hundred(5-600) pictures of them and each one was worth it. O ya i forgot to mention, one day in class when the teacher wasn't there the kids kept telling me to cane other children and they handed me his cane(one of two). So i took and said"While I'm teaching their will be no caning" and then i proceeded to break it into pieces. They laughed and later they wanted me to break the other one but I knew I couldn't. If I did that I would have caused a much bigger problem. The teacher never talked to me about the cane.
While in the village i was a able to do some of the farming that takes place. Weeding is hard work. Your back bent over for two hours and the constant ripping out of plants that don't do you any good. I'm pretty sure I'd moved some muscles that have never been moved in their life (or at least that's what it felt like). Farming Cassava is my favorite. Its a long stem(red) and you pull it out of the ground. Attached to it are anywhere from 3-6(or more) pieces of Cassava(shaped like yams but bigger) which then chop off with the machete. So you continue to uproot and chop and then when you have all you need you bring the Cassava back to your compound. O ya and would you like to know how you replant the Cassava. Take the stems and break them into 12 inches and BAM plant those suckers back in the ground.DOPE. How cool is that. So after your done all that you still have to peel the Cassava. Grab your cutlass and start peeling. It took me a few tries to get the hang of it because i was afraid i would cut to much off. But underneath is a thick amount of skin that needs to be cut of before its good. Once thats done it can be used, once boiled and pounded, to make Fufu. Or you can bring the Cassava to the grinder and get it ground and then it can be made into Banku. It can also be made into cocote(i know i didn't spell this right) which is Cassava Porridge but its liquidy and can be either sweet or a bit spicy. You can also make Cassava cookies and many other things with Cassava. It's a pretty solid plant. I also tried this tea which is made from a root(same one used for watchi), it's called blood tea. It helps increase your blood flow and looks like blood. You make it by squeeze the root with your hands in water for a while until its blood red, next step, drink. It's the craziest thing, you get the liquid in your mouth and there's no taste. One second after you swallow it BAM your hit with this intense, kinda sweet taste, but there was only so much blood tea that i could handle. Another thing i got to do a lot of, besides peeling Cassava and school, was picking the tops off Pepe. I hate to say it but i never actually got to go and farm Cassava. There were many times where i was told that i would be taken farming or weeding but no one came to get me. Picking the tops off Pepe was all ways welcome in my books. One by one you grab and tear the tops off each tiny Pepe. Simple and a good to busy yourself.
Did Mark get sick you might be asking yourselves. What a silly question!! Of course he did is the answer. Just a quick discretion for people here if you don't like bodily functions and descriptions of how they some times go haywire, skip this paragraph. So i only got super sick about 3 times. 1. I felt really weird one night, bloated and queasy and not sleeping. I decided to take 2 constipation pills, no luck, followed by an anti-nausea pill, which I secretly hoped would make me puke. No for those of you that know me i hate puking and haven't for a few years(I'm serious). I got my wish though and let me tell you i got it in abundance. I puked 6 times one after the other the last 2 weren't so bad. The first for times i would describe them as upside down geysers. I felt much better and like I'd lost some weight as a bonus. 2. We were in Nkaw kaw(I'll mention later)
and i had constipation. In the bowel world of mark thats been a normal thing in Ghana. But it had been 9 days and one time that i went during those nine days only produced a pebble with blood(and the medication the gave me didn't work). So reluctantly I went back to the hospital where i was given fluids to line my insides and other things. It worked but very painfully and funnily. While sitting on the can the meds kicked in. As my body shock, as if I was turning into the hulk(painfully lets not forget it had been 9 days), I puked-great times. Now if your complaining about the grossness of this description, remember I warned you. 3. I got Malaria but didn't realize at first. I spent one day in bed with a headache so bad eating hurt, listen hurt, moving hurt, my eye sockets hurt. It hurt. And then my dependable constipation turned into unpredictable diarrhea. In less than10 hours i went to washroom 20 times. Now I can finally say I crapped my self thin. I'm serious I used to weigh around 180 and now its around 160. Hooray?? So the next day i went to clinic and got meds but in the end i went to the hospital in Battor cause i had a fever of 102-103 which went to 104.4 once i started the meds. But I'm good know well i guess i should say for now. Don't if i get sick again at least I'll be at a medical clinic for the next 2 months (volunteering).
So we went to Nkaw kaw for a week retreat. It was time to be together as a group and relax and figure out where we were. It was a beautiful place, surrounded by mountains and made all the more amazing in the morning surrounded by the mist. We stayed with Father Paul. On grounds was the church, a school and the hospital(close by, i know this). Father Paul was a really nice guy, a little infuriating at times but solid. He would chuckle all the time when he talked. Each day he taught us about traditional religion and life in Ghana. He also took us around to see sights around the area. He was one crazy speeding driver though, I loved it. If you want to read more about Nkaw kaw i believe the others blogs may have more in depth. The one thing i loved about him was his openness. We disagreed about things to do with religion and when he asked our opinion he did not get offended. For example i told him something i think the church should change is there stance on Homosexuality. Later he asked my about this because i agreed that it was a sin. But i meant it like I agree its a sin according to the bible and i didn't agree. I told him that it was interpreted through the bible that it was a sin but it wasn't really. Now I've had people freak on my for saying this and they were just church goers. But I'm happy to say that he took this with what seemed to be genuine consideration. All in all a solid dude and a solid place to go to.
One thing I loved was the nights in my village. No matter how that day went whether I was feeling up or down, I had the sleeping mat to look forward to and the stars to look up at. After dinner as it would start to get dark Vida would bring out the sleeping mat and then I would lie down and look up straight into dark of the bright stared night and get lost in my thoughts. Some nights were filled with sounds from the radio, some with conversations in Dangme, some with conversations with the people around me, some with me and my "mother" Ataa, some with me and Vida fooling around and some nights the mat was filled with children. I always look forward to the night. You might be noticing that I haven't talked about specific people or relationships. It's not because I don't have any, I do. It's not because they've been negative, some have others haven't. I just don't feel like it at the moment, another day maybe. I haven't felt like updating my blog for awhile being discourage by my increasingly slow typing and just blanking when I go to do it. Even in my journal that, surprisingly to myself, I had been writing in a few times a week consistently, I haven't' written in for a month. I only yesterday started writing in. My stay in the village has been an amazing time/experience but it has been a struggle. Not one I wasn't prepared to face, just one I wasn't expecting. Comparing yourself to others is not the best thing to do so I won't. For the longest time I've felt like I had failed the program, been doing something wrong, not trying hard enough, closing my self off somehow. But I know that I'm not, I've done nothing wrong, I have been trying and didn't try to close my self off. I know this may sound bleak or something but you gota type what ya gota type. I've had so many happy/positive/informative/great times that were amazing(children are amazing, thank you very much). But I had many times where it hasn't been like that and the great times didn't last. That's not a bad thing though, as a friend told me happiness is something you have to work for. When it comes its the sweetest reward(we'll they didn't say that part but its a nice add on). That's how life works, there's ups and downs; if everything was great all the time that would suck. I don't regret anything and I'm thankful for being here everyday.
One thing we talk about in the program is need and wants. I don't need e-mails from friends back at home, I want e-mails from back at home. I know that I can't get back to everyone but i would appreciate. I want to hear how people are doing, whats new and actually news stuff. I have no idea whats going on in the world. I did get some time to read about Iran and about a peace conference in the middle east with Israel. But if anybody has any news about this particular newsy thing, whether now or in the future, let me know. The world currency is situated under the US dollar(I don't know if said that right). I read that China,OPEC and others may take there money out of the us dollar and put it into the EU(European Union), the Euro. This would be devastating to US because that would mean they would have to pay back their debts they owe(to China they owe the most) and the US is the most indebted country(pretty crazy huh). That would mean that at some point, if enough people put their money under the EU, the US would actually be in debt because they can't actually afford to pay back all the money they owe. For once they would be in the same shoes of some many of the countries they helped to get to that point of poverty. Anyways whatever people send me, I'd really appreciate e-mails from home. Man I'm hungry. Your lucky, this time your going to get two quotes. Well I'm heading out. O ya i forgot to mention, I got dreadlocks but they're gone now. My profile pic is of them, they're not the best pic I have but i can't upload my pics. They were done with fake hair overlapping mine. I think I may get dreads when i get back to Canada. They won't be as long but they'll still look good. PEACE AND LOVE.
You must always be intoxicated.
That sums it all up; it's the only question. In order not to feel the horrible burden of Time which breaks your back and bends you down to earth, you must be unremittingly intoxicated
But on what? Wine, poetry, virtue, as you please. But never be sober.
And if it should chance that sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you wake up and your intoxication has already diminished or disappeared, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock ask everything that rolls, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them what time it is and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: It's time to be intoxicated!
If you do not wish to be one of the tortured slaves of Time, never be sober; never be sober! Use wine, poetry, or virtue, as you please.
Charles-Pierre Baudelaire
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Where's this one coming from, it came in the night
So this post has nothing to do with what I'm doing at the moment. These two things I'm going to post, actually it may only be one for now, I'm not sure if i want to re-write one of them. These two(?) things I'm posting were written one after the other in the first week of prep-month. We had just finished watching ,Life and Debt, a documentary about Jamaica. I wanted to started journaling but i couldn't, i didn't start journaling until i arrived in Ghana. Instead i just started thinking about certain things and all of a sudden words started writing themselves on paper. Usually if i write something i need to think for a while but these just started flowing from some where. When I finished writing i didn't really look at them again. I read them a few times here in Ghana and thought they might be something to post. These are the writings and at this moment i'm laughing really hard as I'm reading what I'm writing. It's like a huge build up to something crazy but it's not. It's just the babblings of Mark Lanca but i always share my babblings how ever true or untrue, ridiculous or not.
Let it be known that all things are up for debate and let it be heard that all things learned must be questioned. People have a tendency to take things for granted. Whether it be knowledge or being materialistic. My fear is that there are those out there that are taking the passivity and the status quo to heart. People have subtly been conditioned to take everything as truth and that our current path has no where left but up. The thought that all we have is damaging and something of a worldwide concern, will be something people will rally against. Again the thought of those on the fence will be that they must give up everything, so they won't and they will go with those that have told them how to live, what to buy, how to act, what to wear, how to consume, what and how to feel and what to do but their concept of this is on of individualism. Hoping to quash the warnings of those that wish to free us, they will pick "their" side, in their minds believing life will always be convenient and free. In the end they will continue to give up there freedoms as has always been done. By trying to accomplish their goals and sustainability, they will lose their only form of life they have known. But as I have yet to see, all will come and pass as the days, months, and years left come to pass. Or everything I, and others, have come to understand is all nothing but a less than fleeting thought. WE SHALL SEE.
I'm going to be free. Free from the pain that has taken place and that's yet to come. Free to express my concerns but will I really be free? As much as I will have is freedom what good will in do. It will be exploited to such a degree that freedom itself will be a contradiction that no one can understand. Right now I'm taking everything that I know is good and wholesome and most, it's fair to say, is a lie. Most countries have been built on the promise of freedom and strive for the well being of their people. It's the means and the path thats been taken which makes these freedoms false. It's taken their people and found those that will achieve their version of freedom by any means necessary. Most of this world knows of these evils that are committed and continue to do nothing. I also have fallen pray to this. No longer can I/We stand by. Something must be done. Countries raped of their hard fought independence by being sold out to companies and corporations. The few benefit from the masses. It's despicable, when I try to think it can't be so but it's the only real truth I know. It's time for people to take back this entire globe for the freedom that has been taken in ways that are known to all, acknowledged by most, cared about by some and helped by little. But the "tiny", and when i say tiny i mean the majority of people, shall prevail and those who have been in need most shall find their stomaches full, brains filled and sores treated.
Not enough time left to double check theses to make sure they make sense, well they came randomly so how much sense can they make, right? Anyways have to go. PEACE AND LOVE
Let it be known that all things are up for debate and let it be heard that all things learned must be questioned. People have a tendency to take things for granted. Whether it be knowledge or being materialistic. My fear is that there are those out there that are taking the passivity and the status quo to heart. People have subtly been conditioned to take everything as truth and that our current path has no where left but up. The thought that all we have is damaging and something of a worldwide concern, will be something people will rally against. Again the thought of those on the fence will be that they must give up everything, so they won't and they will go with those that have told them how to live, what to buy, how to act, what to wear, how to consume, what and how to feel and what to do but their concept of this is on of individualism. Hoping to quash the warnings of those that wish to free us, they will pick "their" side, in their minds believing life will always be convenient and free. In the end they will continue to give up there freedoms as has always been done. By trying to accomplish their goals and sustainability, they will lose their only form of life they have known. But as I have yet to see, all will come and pass as the days, months, and years left come to pass. Or everything I, and others, have come to understand is all nothing but a less than fleeting thought. WE SHALL SEE.
I'm going to be free. Free from the pain that has taken place and that's yet to come. Free to express my concerns but will I really be free? As much as I will have is freedom what good will in do. It will be exploited to such a degree that freedom itself will be a contradiction that no one can understand. Right now I'm taking everything that I know is good and wholesome and most, it's fair to say, is a lie. Most countries have been built on the promise of freedom and strive for the well being of their people. It's the means and the path thats been taken which makes these freedoms false. It's taken their people and found those that will achieve their version of freedom by any means necessary. Most of this world knows of these evils that are committed and continue to do nothing. I also have fallen pray to this. No longer can I/We stand by. Something must be done. Countries raped of their hard fought independence by being sold out to companies and corporations. The few benefit from the masses. It's despicable, when I try to think it can't be so but it's the only real truth I know. It's time for people to take back this entire globe for the freedom that has been taken in ways that are known to all, acknowledged by most, cared about by some and helped by little. But the "tiny", and when i say tiny i mean the majority of people, shall prevail and those who have been in need most shall find their stomaches full, brains filled and sores treated.
Not enough time left to double check theses to make sure they make sense, well they came randomly so how much sense can they make, right? Anyways have to go. PEACE AND LOVE
Monday, November 12, 2007
Village life Pt.1
Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must....undergo the fatigue of supporting it.
-Thomas Paine
So here we go this will defiantly take a few posts. We had a "goodbye" dinner with Jackson, Sister B., Eric, Sala and Happy. It was really nice and they bought us a beer each. But when i say beer i mean a 2/6(for those that don't know they're the 750ml). Let me tell you, I've never had a nun get my tipsy before. Since we haven't had booze for a while it may have gotten to us. So we all got dropped off at our villages. When i came to the village i was greeted by my "mother" Ataa and her the father "old man" who is blind. O and about 30 kids. We all had formal greetings and then sat down while Jackson, Erica and Sister B. talked. As i was sitting there Jackson very non nonchalantly informed me that i would be teaching at the school. Excuse me. Teaching. School. Kids. The. At. They then left and the kids sang for me which put a big smile on my face. This was followed by almost no conversation and me trying to figure our what exactly was going on with this teaching business. When i asked about it she just said"you don't think it's a good idea". I said " O no i do" and we went back to them talking but not to me. She abruptly left and left me with a huge amount of children. Children. I'm defiantly not the most "playey" with children but i adapted. I sat down and they surrounded me. I just did stupid silly things and it made them laugh. Its way easier to entertain kids here. Back at home its usually like,"What, your not an electronic device, I have no use for you."I was then told after about an 1 hour of sitting around with kids, that it was time for my bath.
Bathing here is way different and i love it. You get one bucket of water for your bath and its more that enough, I usually have left over water. When you compare this to that fact that at home one min of showering equals one bucket-it means we waste a lot(thank you Pamela and Colleen for that fact i just stole). You take your bath in a cement block out in the open, its in a square shape and at there's a little hole where the water drains out. I use the case that holds my soap to scoop the water. I love bathing here, especially when its night and the stars are out. The day is sweet too cause there's a huge mango tree in my compound(house are) that comes partly over the bathing area. So after bathing we ate dinner and i tried to talk but it never went anywhere so i decided to go to sleep after dinner. I thought it would be nice to get some alone head space but i was informed i would be sharing the bed with another guy my age. Excellent. My bed is just an extremely springy(not the nice bounce kind but the metal poky kind) mattress barley off the floor. It was very hot in the room all the more because the roof was metal sheets but sleep came none the less.
In the morning the no conversation continued and i headed to school. The school consisted of K's Class 1,2,3 (2 and 3 were a shared class). The school system all together works like this K-Class6 then JSS1-4 then SSS1-3. But in this village you would have to go out of it to attend the other classes. I was met by a barrage of children who were suppose to be sweeping. They all stopped their sweeping and came over to see me. Once the class 1 teacher came over he introduced himself to me and told all the kids to go to assembly. Then the K teacher/head mistress introduced herself. I was to be teaching in the class 2/3 room and had yet to met the teacher. As I was waiting in the class room I could hear some yelling and screaming. Slowly more and more kids started crying and as i went to poke my head our to see what was going on the class 2/3 teacher came in. I later found out from Ataa what had happened when i went home for lunch. Laughing she said"Did you see all the children getting beat, they didn't do there sweeping." O, great because of me the kids got beat, super. And the beating didn't stop or for that matter the lack of education or the lack of proper teaching. Over the next 4 days that i went to school my ability to stay sane and happy slowly deteriorated but I'm good at pretending and hiding how i really feel so no one was the wiser. But i don't think if i did so any inkling of change they would have asked if i was alright. So the beating/canning, lets begin. Actually at this point extremely tired and i need a nap. But don't worry things have changed some what, you'll understand more once I update next which will be within the week. Now I'm at a much happier place than before. O and drinking coconuts is awesomely delicious. All right I'm tired, till next time. PEACE(don't beat your kids, you'll get wrinkles?)
-Thomas Paine
So here we go this will defiantly take a few posts. We had a "goodbye" dinner with Jackson, Sister B., Eric, Sala and Happy. It was really nice and they bought us a beer each. But when i say beer i mean a 2/6(for those that don't know they're the 750ml). Let me tell you, I've never had a nun get my tipsy before. Since we haven't had booze for a while it may have gotten to us. So we all got dropped off at our villages. When i came to the village i was greeted by my "mother" Ataa and her the father "old man" who is blind. O and about 30 kids. We all had formal greetings and then sat down while Jackson, Erica and Sister B. talked. As i was sitting there Jackson very non nonchalantly informed me that i would be teaching at the school. Excuse me. Teaching. School. Kids. The. At. They then left and the kids sang for me which put a big smile on my face. This was followed by almost no conversation and me trying to figure our what exactly was going on with this teaching business. When i asked about it she just said"you don't think it's a good idea". I said " O no i do" and we went back to them talking but not to me. She abruptly left and left me with a huge amount of children. Children. I'm defiantly not the most "playey" with children but i adapted. I sat down and they surrounded me. I just did stupid silly things and it made them laugh. Its way easier to entertain kids here. Back at home its usually like,"What, your not an electronic device, I have no use for you."I was then told after about an 1 hour of sitting around with kids, that it was time for my bath.
Bathing here is way different and i love it. You get one bucket of water for your bath and its more that enough, I usually have left over water. When you compare this to that fact that at home one min of showering equals one bucket-it means we waste a lot(thank you Pamela and Colleen for that fact i just stole). You take your bath in a cement block out in the open, its in a square shape and at there's a little hole where the water drains out. I use the case that holds my soap to scoop the water. I love bathing here, especially when its night and the stars are out. The day is sweet too cause there's a huge mango tree in my compound(house are) that comes partly over the bathing area. So after bathing we ate dinner and i tried to talk but it never went anywhere so i decided to go to sleep after dinner. I thought it would be nice to get some alone head space but i was informed i would be sharing the bed with another guy my age. Excellent. My bed is just an extremely springy(not the nice bounce kind but the metal poky kind) mattress barley off the floor. It was very hot in the room all the more because the roof was metal sheets but sleep came none the less.
In the morning the no conversation continued and i headed to school. The school consisted of K's Class 1,2,3 (2 and 3 were a shared class). The school system all together works like this K-Class6 then JSS1-4 then SSS1-3. But in this village you would have to go out of it to attend the other classes. I was met by a barrage of children who were suppose to be sweeping. They all stopped their sweeping and came over to see me. Once the class 1 teacher came over he introduced himself to me and told all the kids to go to assembly. Then the K teacher/head mistress introduced herself. I was to be teaching in the class 2/3 room and had yet to met the teacher. As I was waiting in the class room I could hear some yelling and screaming. Slowly more and more kids started crying and as i went to poke my head our to see what was going on the class 2/3 teacher came in. I later found out from Ataa what had happened when i went home for lunch. Laughing she said"Did you see all the children getting beat, they didn't do there sweeping." O, great because of me the kids got beat, super. And the beating didn't stop or for that matter the lack of education or the lack of proper teaching. Over the next 4 days that i went to school my ability to stay sane and happy slowly deteriorated but I'm good at pretending and hiding how i really feel so no one was the wiser. But i don't think if i did so any inkling of change they would have asked if i was alright. So the beating/canning, lets begin. Actually at this point extremely tired and i need a nap. But don't worry things have changed some what, you'll understand more once I update next which will be within the week. Now I'm at a much happier place than before. O and drinking coconuts is awesomely delicious. All right I'm tired, till next time. PEACE(don't beat your kids, you'll get wrinkles?)
Friday, October 19, 2007
Heading to Battor then to my village on Sunday
A human being is a part of the whole called by us"the universe,"a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest-a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few persons nearet to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening the circle of understanding and compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
-Albert Einstein
All right time for huge amounts of spelling errors(sp?). I've got 30 min to describe about 2 weeks so sorry i'm gona have to pick and choose. One thing i forgot to metion about in Accra was people selling items ( i think i forgot i cna't rember) peopel walk in amongst traffic as they're stopped selling things that are carried on their heads (some peopel holding/carrying too). You can get water, pop, food (mealish food or small tidbity or deserty), fruit/vegetables. There are even people selling items as well. And when i say people aer carrying things on there head they range from small to gargantuanly huge. I've seen people carrying at least 3-5 stacks of 24 packs of pop, huge bundles of wood (in Ada). People here are insanly headstrong (yes i know bad joke, cut me some slack). So we left from the Accra to Ada(to say in Bed Bedeku in Ada). The ride over was so awesome. We drove in a truck and i got to sit in the back, OUT SIDE IN THE OPEN AIR NO SEAT BELTS(sry mom). The wind against you is just so relaxing and the sceneray and sun, AMAZING. It wouldn't be the last time either, at least 3-5 more times and once at night in pitch black (by the way it gets dark here at like 6-7 and i mean pitch dark). That one time at night was amazing the starts, beautiful. It was funny the first time i rode with just Jackson(Francise) in the back. We were both facing the back looking at everything that passed. But after about 45-1hour he had to turn around and face the same direction as the car was going. It was because he couldn't take or wasn't used to all the people that were staring at us. It was funny. So we got to Ada. Bedeku was the village we were staying in but the peopel we stayed with, Dinah, Happy(not sure of spelling) and Sala, lived in a house more accompinng to western standards. We started language lessons at a school where we took part in their Dangme lessons and also at night we had Dinah's Neice, Vida, teach us as well. IT WAS AMAZING(i need a thesouraus). The first time we went (to shcool) the teacher wasn't actually there. So Jackson taught us the alphabet on a chalkboard their instead. All these little kids on break circled around us and were yelling and screaming. At one point we all said the alphabet in unison(we have video of that). School was awesome, except for the Kaning. The still hit students here some more than others. That was hard to watch. But the teacher we had only did it a few times. He was a good teacher in my mind. He was loud and very into the teaching but it was hard for him. They have a system of Nursery then Primary then JSS (they are different levels of grades/schooling). The kids in all grades speak the language but they can't read. So in some classes you have kids for all schoolings and they may be in all the same level but you have kids who are going to graduate but can't read the alphabet. He was trying hard. He joked a lot with the kids to make the atmosphere enjoyable but he also complained a lot aobu the fact that we could do the alphabet in 2-3 days and the local people couldn't even read. But he was doing this more to try to motivate them. There was this man named Jeff who was a science teacher and lived next to us. HE was so cool. He was always so happy and excited, ALWAYS. Just an all around happy guy.
There has been rain here and one morning we missed school because of it. We were waiting for Jackson to come take us (we realzied after awhile he wouldn't always be on time). Because of the rain there had been a flood near by. The drains backed up in other villages and flowed down to another aread that got flooded. He had to go help a friend move stuff from his house. Most things electronic were destroyed. This was just one night of rain that caused this. We also got to tour a local radio station(community) Radio ADA 93.3. It was really cool. We learnt that before that radio station got funded there was only 30min of the Dangme language on the radio once a week. I better go now there's tons more but to much to type even in 2 more goes. From now on i'm going to have to pick and choose (like I did in this one) when i type. Well see everyone in about a month and sorry to all the people that i didn't e-mail back(muh bad). PEACE
-Albert Einstein
All right time for huge amounts of spelling errors(sp?). I've got 30 min to describe about 2 weeks so sorry i'm gona have to pick and choose. One thing i forgot to metion about in Accra was people selling items ( i think i forgot i cna't rember) peopel walk in amongst traffic as they're stopped selling things that are carried on their heads (some peopel holding/carrying too). You can get water, pop, food (mealish food or small tidbity or deserty), fruit/vegetables. There are even people selling items as well. And when i say people aer carrying things on there head they range from small to gargantuanly huge. I've seen people carrying at least 3-5 stacks of 24 packs of pop, huge bundles of wood (in Ada). People here are insanly headstrong (yes i know bad joke, cut me some slack). So we left from the Accra to Ada(to say in Bed Bedeku in Ada). The ride over was so awesome. We drove in a truck and i got to sit in the back, OUT SIDE IN THE OPEN AIR NO SEAT BELTS(sry mom). The wind against you is just so relaxing and the sceneray and sun, AMAZING. It wouldn't be the last time either, at least 3-5 more times and once at night in pitch black (by the way it gets dark here at like 6-7 and i mean pitch dark). That one time at night was amazing the starts, beautiful. It was funny the first time i rode with just Jackson(Francise) in the back. We were both facing the back looking at everything that passed. But after about 45-1hour he had to turn around and face the same direction as the car was going. It was because he couldn't take or wasn't used to all the people that were staring at us. It was funny. So we got to Ada. Bedeku was the village we were staying in but the peopel we stayed with, Dinah, Happy(not sure of spelling) and Sala, lived in a house more accompinng to western standards. We started language lessons at a school where we took part in their Dangme lessons and also at night we had Dinah's Neice, Vida, teach us as well. IT WAS AMAZING(i need a thesouraus). The first time we went (to shcool) the teacher wasn't actually there. So Jackson taught us the alphabet on a chalkboard their instead. All these little kids on break circled around us and were yelling and screaming. At one point we all said the alphabet in unison(we have video of that). School was awesome, except for the Kaning. The still hit students here some more than others. That was hard to watch. But the teacher we had only did it a few times. He was a good teacher in my mind. He was loud and very into the teaching but it was hard for him. They have a system of Nursery then Primary then JSS (they are different levels of grades/schooling). The kids in all grades speak the language but they can't read. So in some classes you have kids for all schoolings and they may be in all the same level but you have kids who are going to graduate but can't read the alphabet. He was trying hard. He joked a lot with the kids to make the atmosphere enjoyable but he also complained a lot aobu the fact that we could do the alphabet in 2-3 days and the local people couldn't even read. But he was doing this more to try to motivate them. There was this man named Jeff who was a science teacher and lived next to us. HE was so cool. He was always so happy and excited, ALWAYS. Just an all around happy guy.
There has been rain here and one morning we missed school because of it. We were waiting for Jackson to come take us (we realzied after awhile he wouldn't always be on time). Because of the rain there had been a flood near by. The drains backed up in other villages and flowed down to another aread that got flooded. He had to go help a friend move stuff from his house. Most things electronic were destroyed. This was just one night of rain that caused this. We also got to tour a local radio station(community) Radio ADA 93.3. It was really cool. We learnt that before that radio station got funded there was only 30min of the Dangme language on the radio once a week. I better go now there's tons more but to much to type even in 2 more goes. From now on i'm going to have to pick and choose (like I did in this one) when i type. Well see everyone in about a month and sorry to all the people that i didn't e-mail back(muh bad). PEACE
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Can't think of a good title
Sorry no quotes today (forgot them back at the house) but instead just a small story of what happened on the way here. As i was walking up to the internet cafe(alone) people said white person as usuall and i'm used to it now. But this one person really got me down. Some otehr families had said Obruni and when i turned to smile and say hello they didn't really respond and i heard a couple mutters about white people from them when i turned around. That didn't bother me, a couple kids shouted "Brafuno, how are you" that made me smile. No, it was just this on guy on a bike who passed by that got me down with 3 simple words. "Hey, White Man." Said simply as its written. No tone, no up or down pitch in his voice to tell what he meant. Just a drool meaningless statment with empty eyes staring at me. I got no real response from my hello how are you but a grunt or shrug or something. Those simple words brought me down. But not for long along the way i Eric saw me and called me over, I jumped over hugh hole(it runs down the street collecting garbage that peopel through in)talked for 1 min and slapped hands and I finally did it right. When they shap hands at the end they snap their fingers. Not after their hands have left each other on their own. At the end of the clasp you snap of each others fingers. I'll try and show people when i get back. Anyways i was so happy to see someone i knew and crazy excited to finally be able to do the hand slap(people had been trying with us and we hadn't been that succesful). Then just before i arrived here a man came up to me, hand clapped me and i got it again. Then he started talking about soem hotel, chicken and rice, Pakistan, and finally ended with we be the same and something about chillin the same(i think he might have been a bit strung out). But again at the end we slapped hands and i got it. It's funny how something so small can bring you down or up.
Anyways i left off after breakfast. After riding the trotros for the first time. We went to Dead White Mans Clothes Market. It's an area just full of clothes, shoes and accesories. When you walk into the heart of it the light is kind of blocked out. All the little huts and stands are so close to each other that the tops block out most of the light. The experence was intense. They'res barley enough room for peopel to pass buy each other when walking. Everywhere you look they're is hughe piles of clothes, bundles of shoes, tons of belts lying on the ground. All kinds of brand names, any kind you can think of you can probably find at this market. All the prices are extremly cheap. The amount you've paied for one fo these designer/brand nambe shirts at home is probably the amount someone pays(or less, probably less not sure exactly) for a hugh bundle of clothes, that are shipped to Ghana. It was like a miny maze and as soon as you got out onto the street it wasn't over. There on the street were hundreds of people selling things indavidualy, holding shirts,belts,watches, all kind of clothing orriented things. Everybody is trying to get your attention (espcially if your white, you must have money and be eager to spend). Either that day or the next (can't rember) we went to a place called Kaneshi(Kenshi sorry one world not sure of the spelling) Market. Think of Costco but taller. There was 3 levels. The ground floor was dirt and full of tables selling all sorts of food, cooked, raw everything. Hughe mounds taller than a person in all directions you looked, I can't even begin to explain it. I think i need to go again to really see what's there. It was so amazing. The 2 and 3 floor I'm not sure exactly what was on each one. There was clothes, electronics, electronice fixing, watches, medical supplies, I think a docters office. I know i'm forgetting tons but it was so unbalivably emmense. It was so amazing and the view at the top of the city. Oh My God(we'll i don't really have a religion so it's more like oh someone elses god) it was breathtakingly beautiful. After that we went to a part of town that is an automotive section. That means there were motors on the streets, I saw seats hung from walls, parts hung from trees. I don't know much about cars but just imagine any internatle part of the car that can be bought and it was out in the open or in a shop all in this one part of town.
I have to go know i've only got 10 mins left. The best part about this whole experence is this. Not once since we've landed have we really felt nervous or scarred or not wanted to do something because it was unknow. We've walked all over the place and had somemany new experencies in such a little. Every single time it's always been meet with excitment(whether outwarldy or inwardly) and no fear. Its awsome. Something that I will say is strange is I'm havin not much of a problem with the sun/heat. Normally i get hot in the summer in canada in shorts. But here in Ghana I'm wearing pants and long sleved shirts and fine. I seem to be able to handle this with no extra heat. I dont' know what it is either way it's awesome. I have to go but i'll be updating in 1 or 2 days for the last time for about 1 month. We'll be heading for our villages soon and I won't have or go to get internet access for that time. PEACE
Anyways i left off after breakfast. After riding the trotros for the first time. We went to Dead White Mans Clothes Market. It's an area just full of clothes, shoes and accesories. When you walk into the heart of it the light is kind of blocked out. All the little huts and stands are so close to each other that the tops block out most of the light. The experence was intense. They'res barley enough room for peopel to pass buy each other when walking. Everywhere you look they're is hughe piles of clothes, bundles of shoes, tons of belts lying on the ground. All kinds of brand names, any kind you can think of you can probably find at this market. All the prices are extremly cheap. The amount you've paied for one fo these designer/brand nambe shirts at home is probably the amount someone pays(or less, probably less not sure exactly) for a hugh bundle of clothes, that are shipped to Ghana. It was like a miny maze and as soon as you got out onto the street it wasn't over. There on the street were hundreds of people selling things indavidualy, holding shirts,belts,watches, all kind of clothing orriented things. Everybody is trying to get your attention (espcially if your white, you must have money and be eager to spend). Either that day or the next (can't rember) we went to a place called Kaneshi(Kenshi sorry one world not sure of the spelling) Market. Think of Costco but taller. There was 3 levels. The ground floor was dirt and full of tables selling all sorts of food, cooked, raw everything. Hughe mounds taller than a person in all directions you looked, I can't even begin to explain it. I think i need to go again to really see what's there. It was so amazing. The 2 and 3 floor I'm not sure exactly what was on each one. There was clothes, electronics, electronice fixing, watches, medical supplies, I think a docters office. I know i'm forgetting tons but it was so unbalivably emmense. It was so amazing and the view at the top of the city. Oh My God(we'll i don't really have a religion so it's more like oh someone elses god) it was breathtakingly beautiful. After that we went to a part of town that is an automotive section. That means there were motors on the streets, I saw seats hung from walls, parts hung from trees. I don't know much about cars but just imagine any internatle part of the car that can be bought and it was out in the open or in a shop all in this one part of town.
I have to go know i've only got 10 mins left. The best part about this whole experence is this. Not once since we've landed have we really felt nervous or scarred or not wanted to do something because it was unknow. We've walked all over the place and had somemany new experencies in such a little. Every single time it's always been meet with excitment(whether outwarldy or inwardly) and no fear. Its awsome. Something that I will say is strange is I'm havin not much of a problem with the sun/heat. Normally i get hot in the summer in canada in shorts. But here in Ghana I'm wearing pants and long sleved shirts and fine. I seem to be able to handle this with no extra heat. I dont' know what it is either way it's awesome. I have to go but i'll be updating in 1 or 2 days for the last time for about 1 month. We'll be heading for our villages soon and I won't have or go to get internet access for that time. PEACE
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