Day 2
After the first night in Africa it didn't feel much different to England. At breakfast, which consisted of a slice of sweet bread and a cup of black coffee (the milk was yellow and if you go by the motto of don't eat yellow snow, it's best to leave that yellow milk in the jug). Glenn, Silv, Hellie and I spoke about the first night in Africa and how it wasn't so bad although their fan didn't work and their bed was half the size of ours. Silv asked us if she had kept me and Glenn up with her cough. We joked "sorry we couldn't hear anything, the fan keeping us cool was too loud" which to be honest is a line we repeated more than once. But we thought it was hilarious even if no one else did.
Out the window we could see Ghanian life. Beeping horns, red soil, markets selling bread, and impressive amounts of things being balanced on ladies heads.
There is no hot water so showering seemed like a chore. There is no pressure either. I felt bad for complaining about not having a power shower at uni.
When we walked outside, it was like stepping inside a photograph out of a National Geographic magazine. Everyone we walked past would stare, wave, or try to sell us something. Beth and Danielle walked us to the Living Faith Orphanage which is run by Auntie Agnes aided by the help of a few others and charities such as Raising Hope Foundation, who I was with. There's also a school there so the kids can get an education. We also met the other volunteers; Helen, Claire, Zoe and Cat.
Here we met the twelve children that would be coming with us to Santrokofi to live and attend summer school with us. Their names where: Theresa, Courage, Cornelius, Kwame, Mila, Prosper, Nunana, Sharita, Yao, Dolce, Believe, Angela. So all eleven children plus twelve volunteers plus big Kwame and sister patience had to fit in one tro tro along with everyones luggage. After a game of human and luggage tetris we were all in and ready to go. It was a tight squeeze to say the least. How I longed for the spacious TAP Portugal economy seats, that I complained about on the first day. The journey took most of the day, full of; being wedged in sideways, a stray bag hitting me in the back of the head every bump in the road we hit, and one Nunana bouncing around on my knee, all that adds up to one numb bum, and we finally reached our destination of Santrokofi a town made up of three villages.
We were given two buildings in two different compounds for the orphans and volunteers to stay in. One of them was lovely inside and the other looked like something out of saw and I would rather cut off my foot then stay in there. Luckily for the first week, me, Kwame and Glenn would be sleeping in the nice house. Where there is a massive fan to keep the room cold, so there is no need to put the mosquito nets up, mainly because it would get hacked up by the fan, but also because there isn't many mosquitos in the house. It's actually about 10 times nicer than my house at uni so living in an African village is a step up for me.
Day 3 coming soon...
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