Map: Where in the World is The Gambia?
byIt’s right here, a splinter of river and river bank surrounded on all sides by Senegal. The Gambia is a Mandinka island within a…
It’s right here, a splinter of river and river bank surrounded on all sides by Senegal. The Gambia is a Mandinka island within a…
A 15-hour layover in Dakar, Senegal provides just enough time to sleep a few hours in the dismal airport hotel before cruising through Dakar’s…
Another chapter ends, another begins. Two months in Ghana, two months of working and seeing, of looking back on what we’ve seen, looking around…
A while back, I reported on the devastation of the trees in the village of Keta as a result of tidal surges. The community…
Congratulations to the PPAG Young & Wise Media Committee for creating the Ghana Youth Blog!
That I am ready to go home does not matter to Africa, which persists in being everywhere I look and all around me.
The dust has not settled from our trip north when we reconfigure our daypacks and we set out before sunrise, searching for transport to Cape Coast. There’s not much traffic in Accra before six a.m. on a Saturday morning, not the kind that grinds to a halt for 15 minutes at a time, gridlocked in noxious exhaust, as happens in the afternoons. No, the air is actually cool and the streets gray and empty as we go from the STC bus station to Kwame Nkumrah Circle, then to Kaneshie Market, until we finally find a westbound tro-tro and climb in for the 3-hour cruise.
To travel is to disappear. At least it used to be, before blogs and cell phones plugged our movements into the ether for anyone to access and share. Keyboards and keypads have been at my fingertips for most of this journey but sometimes, I go deep enough that even the gadgets are left behind. And while it is true that an unusual span of radio silence might signify the Tranquilo Traveler’s actual demise (by shipwreck, assassins, or shark attack, most likely), it is more probable that I have simply gone beyond wires and signals.
After a sun-soaked, rasta-colored day at Kokrobite Beach, just west of Accra, I return to Mamprobi to discover this review of the Tranquilo Traveler…
Each of Ghana’s goals against the USA is followed by an eruption of shouts and drumming, everyone spilling out of PPAG’s Young & Wise Center to dance in the streets. So it is no surprise that when the game is over, the afternoon light golden, an entire country stops to celebrate.