I'm waiting for my brain to fully process it. I don't know if that
will ever happen. These experiences are becoming more difficult to
write about. I was very blown away by what I saw.
I did a 3-day homestay with my 3 roommates/quadmates whatever you call
them. I had no clue what to expect. Julie (my roommate) found the
program on the Facebook group.
After 1 taxi ride we were greeted my Mama Viak and her brother. They
didn't say much, but we followed them into another taxi, a 2 hour
shuttle ride and 2 other taxis. We had no idea where we were going,
if these people were nice, what we were doing. We knew nothing.
On the ride there I looked out the window, absorbing all that I could.
These were our first few hours in Ghana. I could not believe how
different everything was. Dominica was different from the US, and
Brazil was very different..but Ghana. I could not believe it. There is
so much poverty there it is unbelievable. Nothing but poverty,
everywhere you look. Almost every woman I saw was carrying something
on her head, most of which were things to buy. They carried the most
random items on their head such as water (which is drank out of bags,
not bottles), sodas, fabric, take out boxes of food, knives and
kitchen supplies, a suitcase, outlets, and my personal favorites: a
personal scale and a tummy trimmer. Seriously, everything was carried
on their heads. In the shuttle ride we stopped in a town once in
traffic and a herd of at least 20 woman ran to our open windows,
yelling at us, and shoving items in our faces, trying to get us to buy
what they were carrying on their heads. They're so desperate to sell
anything they can.
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