Close to three weeks has passed since I left Ho and arrived in Accra. Being spolied does not begin to explain my living situation. My "house" or more accurately resort (placed in Labone where all the big shots live) has glass windows, air conditioning, hot water, a washer and dryer, 24 security, and so on. I have been eating corn flakes for breakfast with MILK, yes milk. We have an essentially endless supply of Voltic waters (I drink sache waters occasionally to remain sane). We go out to dinner every night at two different restaurants that make us buffet style meals, always with salad. We went to Cape Coast/Elmina and stayed at a beach resort. We did limbo on the beach with a band playing high life music while drinking delicious palm wine. We went to Kumasi and stayed at a hotel where I would assume government officials would stay.
Through all of this, all I can think about is getting back to Ho to eat some street meat from the Nigerian vendor outside our house. I want to sit and eat rice outside and have a mid day beer. I want to sit and talk about life with Mama Susie. And, as much of a pain in the ass all you volunteers can be, I'll be happy to see you again.
I am glad that I took this course. It opened my eyes to the intra-country disparities present in the developing world. I am sitting here living like a King, while a few blocks away lives extreme poverty. I learned a great deal about Ghanaian education, always comparing this new knowledge as well as the school visits to what I have seen outside of Accra. This summer has opened my eyes further, and you have all played a role.
See those of you that have left back in the U.S.
See the rest of you back in Ho.
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