Here is a brief blog from our Ghana travels. The first few days may be abbreviated, but we'll try and be more detailed as time goes on.

July 28- flew to Frankfurt. Nothing like German bread and butter- "eine fur mich und eine fur de enten" mom! Even at the airport.

July 29th- arrive in Accra. Very easy arrival. The hotel taxi was not there, so our new "friend" Daniel took us to the Afia African Village for way too much money. But we weren't too worried about it. It takes a while to get accustomed to the costs and to the bargaining of everything. We decided to suck it up and hit the night markets in Asylum Down neighborhood. The first chop bar we ate at was called, "Don't Mind your Wife Chop Bar". It was basically a darkened street with some seats under a flickering florescent (mosquito net style) bulb. No menu, you just say, give me something. They charged us about .75 cents for our dinner of Banku (a sour doughy ball of mashed cassava root) and tilapia in a spicy sauce. Do not travel to Ghana if you do not want spicy. It is excellent food. You are required to eat with your fingers and they serve you with a bar of soap and a bowl of water. We did not really understand what we were supposed to do and luckily a local helped us out. Best meal so far.

Following the meal, after walking around the darkened streets of Asylum Down, we stopped in at a bar to investigate some other hotels in our guidebook that might be cheaper. We ran into a nice Indian man who owned "Yoko's", a drinking spot in the neighborhood. He asked to give us a tour of the city which was much needed to get our orientation. He was somewhat classist and racist, but we got a great view of the city. I offered to buy him a beer, but he refused, saying that we would always go dutch as this was a favor not him wanting something (I still wonder)... But he never did follow or pursue us or make us uncomfortable.

After our "tour", we had a great idea of what to explore the following day. We hit the sack in our quiet beachfront hotel room.