Greetings, or ackwaaba!! I've moved to a different computer in the cafe and now I can post, so disregard the earlier post about frustration.
I'm writing in an internet cafe operated by some Dutch folks who run a home for "retarded" children (political correctness has not arrived in Ghana). The "cafe" is in a small town, Nkronanza, which is renown for growing maize--I feel right at home amidst the corn stalks, nevermind that all the farming here is done by hand. This place is aabout 20 miles from our training town, Techiman. Even though techiman is much larger, the internet facility is pitiful there. So my host-family brother STephen has driven us here today. He had some work to do on the computer, so I lucked out.
The training process is composed of two basic parts: technical training on Ghana business and ecotourism and language. If ya'all remember by past foreign language experiences, you'll have an idea about this one (urgh!!). Nonetheless, I persist, mostly making the children laugh uncontrollably.
I'm now living with a Ghanain host family and they are lovely--warm, friendly and fun. They are very affluent by Ghanain standards with a large house, household help, electronics and cars. Papa is a judge, Mama is a nurse and their are three college age children in and about and they all want to practice english. Describing "typical" households here would take another day, not to mention building practices (lots of mud and straw). Compared to many of the other trainees, I'm in hog heaven (some of them don't even have electricity, much less running h20). I have my own room, bed, desk, mosquito net and now, a pc-issued trek bike. Like is good...
Sadly, I haven't been birdwatching, there just hasn't been enough time. The training and settling-in schedule has been hectic. I hopeful that this week will be a bit slower. Speaking of this week, on Thurs the trainers will be making site-announcements, which means I'll find out where I'll be for the next two years plus what project I'll be working on. I'm hopeful for an interesting and challenging site, plus electricity and running h20.
One other quick note, last week our training group was asked to visit the local chief and I was asked to speak to the chief/chiefs as the "elder" of our group. "Elder"??? The chiefs had traditional drummers and dancers, whoopla and those beautiful cloth robes. Wish ya'll could have seen it.
So, that's my thumbnail. Writing letters will definitely be easier than getting here. So, please write, I'd love to hear everyday stuff. If you'd like to send treats (hint, hint), gum, hard candy, ground coffee, whatever, would be great. I've been told that padded envelopes get less charges than boxes, fyi. Also, that the US Postal service is better for most things than any delivery service.
Hugs to all, love you all and miss you...
xoxo...d
I'm writing in an internet cafe operated by some Dutch folks who run a home for "retarded" children (political correctness has not arrived in Ghana). The "cafe" is in a small town, Nkronanza, which is renown for growing maize--I feel right at home amidst the corn stalks, nevermind that all the farming here is done by hand. This place is aabout 20 miles from our training town, Techiman. Even though techiman is much larger, the internet facility is pitiful there. So my host-family brother STephen has driven us here today. He had some work to do on the computer, so I lucked out.
The training process is composed of two basic parts: technical training on Ghana business and ecotourism and language. If ya'all remember by past foreign language experiences, you'll have an idea about this one (urgh!!). Nonetheless, I persist, mostly making the children laugh uncontrollably.
I'm now living with a Ghanain host family and they are lovely--warm, friendly and fun. They are very affluent by Ghanain standards with a large house, household help, electronics and cars. Papa is a judge, Mama is a nurse and their are three college age children in and about and they all want to practice english. Describing "typical" households here would take another day, not to mention building practices (lots of mud and straw). Compared to many of the other trainees, I'm in hog heaven (some of them don't even have electricity, much less running h20). I have my own room, bed, desk, mosquito net and now, a pc-issued trek bike. Like is good...
Sadly, I haven't been birdwatching, there just hasn't been enough time. The training and settling-in schedule has been hectic. I hopeful that this week will be a bit slower. Speaking of this week, on Thurs the trainers will be making site-announcements, which means I'll find out where I'll be for the next two years plus what project I'll be working on. I'm hopeful for an interesting and challenging site, plus electricity and running h20.
One other quick note, last week our training group was asked to visit the local chief and I was asked to speak to the chief/chiefs as the "elder" of our group. "Elder"??? The chiefs had traditional drummers and dancers, whoopla and those beautiful cloth robes. Wish ya'll could have seen it.
So, that's my thumbnail. Writing letters will definitely be easier than getting here. So, please write, I'd love to hear everyday stuff. If you'd like to send treats (hint, hint), gum, hard candy, ground coffee, whatever, would be great. I've been told that padded envelopes get less charges than boxes, fyi. Also, that the US Postal service is better for most things than any delivery service.
Hugs to all, love you all and miss you...
xoxo...d
posted by Dixie | 11:39 AM
1 Comments:
So what's sleeping under a mosquito net like I wonder?? Sounds like you're busy, but thanks for the Blog!!
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