Accra Accra!



I’ve been home for almost a week and thus have been really lazy about updates. Here’s a bit about my last few days in Ghana:

After bidding adieu to CRAN and my ProWorld family, I had one final goodbye left. I decided to head to Accra early and spend my last few days there. Thus, I hugged Auntie Alice goodbye on Saturday morning and left Cape Coast. Fittingly, it started to rain. I joked the Cape Coast was crying because I was leaving.

I decided to take the Metro Mass bus to Accra because of my two large suitcases. Caleb, KC, and I had to wait about an hour to get on the bus, but I only had to pay an extra three cedi for my suitcases! It was one of the most uncomfortable rides I have ever experienced. First, I was kicked out from the front row seats and forced to squeeze in between two rather large women because “No ladies in the front!” Really. Secondly, I spent the entire ride simply praying that we would make it alive. We passed several trotro accidents, a bus accident, and an exploded gas tanker.

Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park

Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park

Eventually we made it to Accra and were able to head over to the Salvation Army Hostel, or as I affectionally call it, Sal Val. We had terrific pizza at Mama Mia’s and went to a spot for a drink. We then felt obligated to visit a bar called Hemingway’s, which happened to be a casino (My first!). Both KC and Caleb won playing roulette and I mostly stood around for good luck.

These flowers smelled divine!

These flowers smelled divine!

While Ghana isn’t exactly a tourist mecca, it was on my bucket list to visit the more touristy attractions in Accra. Luckily, Caleb and KC were game and we first headed to Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park which hosts the tomb of Ghana’s first president and his wife. The park was gorgeous with flowering trees and statues. Strutting around the mausoleum was a peacock. After snapping some pics near the tomb, we visited the Nkrumah museum. It held random objects that the president used, including his desk and a mirror. I was most interested in the collection of photographs featuring Nkrumah with other world leaders such as JFK and Fidel Castro.


The back of the mausoleum.

The back of the mausoleum.

After our visit to the park, we walked to the National Museum of Ghana. Of course we got lost along with way, but Ghanaians are always willing to point you in the right direction. The museum was okay. It had some arts and crafts like carved stools, woven fabrics, drums, and weapons. The museum had an interesting section on the slave trade. I was a bit perplexed by the second floor of the museum. It hosted quite a few Roman artifacts and a few Egyptian ones. I’m not sure how those two connect. Outside the museum was a lovely sculpture garden which we took a quick tour around.

The National Musuem

The National Museum

Sculpture Garden outside the National Musuem

Sculpture Garden outside the National Musuem

When Monday rolled around, it was time to say goodbye to Caleb and KC as they were catching a flight to Tamale, or so I thought. KC had been having sharp pain in her abdomen and wanted to stop at a clinic before the flight. It turns out she had appendicitis and needed surgery. Obviously they didn’t make their flight and they spent the day in the hospital. KC is fine and is currently at her homestay recovering. I spent Monday hanging out with my Ghanaian hostel roommates and watching movies. Caleb came back and took me out for my last dinner in Ghana. Before my flight on Tuesday, Caleb and I stopped at the hospital to visit KC and watched a movie. One of my roommates bargained to get me a cheap taxi and I headed to the airport. As I drove through Accra for the last time, it finally hit me that I was leaving this amazing country.


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