The two best adjectives for Ghana are vibrant and sweaty. We are always sweating. Constantly. Sporting a perpetual sheen. It’s not hot. It’s Ghana HOT. Driving to the Elmina Slave Castle today, we passed beautiful palm trees with the scent of the ocean riding on the wind. On one side, the ocean sprayed wildly and on the other literal living in the wild, with goats and chickens roaming around half-naked children coming out of shacks. It’s humbling to think that Ghana, and especially the area we’re staying in, Cape Coast, is one of the richest countries in Africa. However, poverty pervades all aspects of life. Though Ghana has limited resources, they never limit their happiness. I have yet to see a scowling, angry, or sad Ghanaian.
The slave castle was a solemn experience. We were hot simply touring the area, but imagining how it was when slaves were being packed and shipped–it was impossible to fully comprehend.
As soon as we left the castle there was a downpour. We couldn’t enjoy the beach as much as we would have liked to, but it was still fun daring how far we would go in the ocean. The waves at Kosa Beach were unpredictable, sometimes suddenly gushing, covering us above our knees and then calmly flowing, barely touching our toes.
Bead making was a wonderful experience. We got to put pieces of glass from windows and bottles into tiny molds. They were then heated, and voila! Upcycled beads emerged.