(excerpt from my moleskin)
"As you set out for Ithaka, pray the road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery."
-"Ithaka" by C.P. Cavafy
Ghana is dirty. I've been coated by a combonation of presperation, dirt and smog since I arrived 35 hours ago. I'm not sure exactly where I'm staying. Cari (22, England) and I have moved into some sort of bizzare apartment complex containing two one story classroom size and style buildings with a wall down the center. Some people from the center sleep in the room next to us. The other building belongss to a family with a gaggle of children. I know three of them are girls 12, 7, and four years old, but there are so many people just walking around that I can't tell who lives where and is related to whom.
people here seem to spend an exorbant amount of time moving piles of sand and dirt. half finished construction projects seem to be a national pastime and litter the landscape like the purewater pouches litter the street.
Ghana's passions include jesus-loving, rastafarianism, and everything chinese. this results in stores like "sing his praise" cell phone repair and barber shop, taxis with stickers on the dashboard labeling the drivers as a "ganga farmer", and movie theatres dediated to the proliferation of jackie chan movies.
music thumps relentlessly and roosters wake me up in the morning.
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