Ghana 2004
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![]() There was no light, no bathrooms, simply 200 people crammed into a small stone room and left to wonder what went wrong. |
![]() The tunnel has been blocked off to represent the end of the slave trade in Ghana, and a sign has been placed on the outside of the door that says, "The Door of Return". For more information on modern-day slavery, please visit iAbolish.com. |
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Sack Lunches in Ghana I've had a sack lunch before, but never quite like this. In Ghana, I went to chop bars ("chop" is slang for "eat") in Kintampo and elsewhere. Sometimes the vendor would give me rice, beans, noodles, hot sauce, some sort of spicing powder, and a hardboiled egg, all mushed together in a black plastic bag!! I believe this particular rice-and-bean dish is called wenchii. Accompanying this meal would sometimes be purified water in a clear plastic bag. Here in Ghana, the locals drink purified water out of plastic bags. You chew off a little corner of the bag, and then suck the water out of the bag. |
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![]() Slaves awaiting their long boat ride to the Americas would have had a lovely view of the ocean if they had been able to see the views from their cells. |
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![]() At St. George's Castle, I was approached by a boy named Michael. When I came out of the Castle, he had written From Michael, Have a nice day, To Ken on a seashell and gave it to me as a "gift", asking money afterwards. I tried to give him back the shell, but he refused, pointing out that he could not erase my name. So Michael's lovely gift now seamlessly adorns the very top of the shell boat sculpture at the Savoy Hotel, where I was staying in Cape Coast. |
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![]() The streets of Anomabu in anticipation of the Bontiku Festival, a religious festival. Some of the participants cleared a path so I could photograph the dancers more easily. |
![]() Curiously, this former fort and slave dungeon has been converted to a budget guesthouse for travelers. Not entirely convinced that staying in a dungeon by myself would be fun, I instead decided to take the tour and keep traveling to Kokrobite Beach instead.
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![]() I had heard differing reports about this beach resort, either hearing that it was not terribly relaxing because of the noise and that there was a lot of thievery on the beach (the solution, I was told, was simple: don't bring anything valuable to the beach!), or that it was a very nice place to meet other backpackers and relax. While understanding how it could be the former, I fortunately found it to be much more of the latter. I met some interesting people, ate lots of their yummy food, read lots of books, and did little of anything else for three days. After a month in Ghana, I flew to Frankfurt, Germany for several days > > >. |
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