I forgot to mention that yesterday, on the way back from the
, we saw several people along the
road selling small dead antelopes, about the size of a kid goat. You could buy
them whole, or if you were skiddish about dressing them, you could buy them
roasted in exactly the same way a cabrito
is sold in Cape Coast Mexico,
opened flat by the use of bamboo sticks, and then roasted and a bit smoked by
placing them on a bed of coals. I also saw a man offering a large rodent for
the same purpose (long tail, so it looked like a large rat!).
But I digress. Today we are going to the beach, so in good time I started on my way to the International Student Hostel for an 8:30 am meeting. Half way there I was intercepted by Auntie Abigail, who was heading the same way to see the students off on their way to the beach. She was dressed to the hilt, with a beautiful colorful dress and matching headscarf, and had her two sons with them, because after seeing us off they were heading to church. When we got there we met Claudia and Uncle Joe, who were to be our guides for the day. One by one the students trickled out of the hostel and when they were all assembled Auntie Abigail asked the to meet with her for ten minutes this week, to do a midterm assessment. I like this concern by the Resident Director very much.
Once in the bus we took a two and a half bus ride to the coast in the eastern part of the country, in the neighborhood of the port city of
Ada, right at the mouth of the .
We stopped at a villa/restaurant, where we embarked in a small motor boat that
brought us right to the sand bar at the mouth of the estuary. The tide was
coming in and we had the unique opportunity of seeing the tidal bore entering
the estuary. We landed on the sand bar, in a beautiful cluster of palm trees, under
which stood a couple of thatch-roof palapas and a few beach chairs. The place
was idyllic, and for the next couple of hours the students had the chance to
play in the ocean on one side of the bar, and in the estuary on the other side.
I completed the picture of paradise by nursing a beer sitting on a beach chair
under the palm fronds. Volta River
Afterward the boat brought us back to the villa, where a delicious buffet was waiting for us. There was white rice, red rice, and friend rice, a delicious salad, fried chicken, fried fish, plantains, and banku with a salsa that could match any salsa made in
As the oldest member of the group I had to go first (my inclination would have
been to go last, but Uncle Joe had by now made it clear that this is the way
things are done in Ghana and I was not going to go against tradition). It was a
delicious feast, and the students thoroughly enjoyed it. As I mentioned in a
previous blog we have all been a bit baffled by the fact that we have to order
each piece of lunch or dinner individually, so it was areal treat to be able to
select what to put in our plates. The students were delighted.
Our final treat was a two hour period to play in the pool, sunbathe, and just relax listening to a disk jokey who was playing just the right kind of music for our young crowd. The American and Ghanaian students mixed with the natural ease of young people, and everybody had a good time.