Life again is his usual paths, we have not much to do. The project is now about 15 people, tasks, we do not have any. I know that it will be difficult for the families of the residents ride raise money - hence the delayed arrival.
morning we will, as always, by one of the three most famous "Hiplife" Songs such as "stronger" or reggae in over volume and the bustle on the street aroused. Alternatively, by crowing or be slaughtered chickens.
A more volunteers from Holland arrived, it remains six weeks.
You have time to explore the city and get more and more find their way and settle. I often ride to the market. With the guidance it always works better, you know how much you can spend for what or should the breath of the New evaporates slowly and they live on. Still gets used every day in unfamiliar situations.
I go to the pub: Rather out of boredom I've decided to refresh my hair, I will let me cut a bald head. A boy and his brothers, who live in the room next to me do with me. The price is so said to me, is always 1GHC (equivalent to 0.50 euros). I get my hair cut short, not bald, although I had stated several times, but shaved off my beard which I again refused, I do not care. When it comes to payment requires me to be in place by a Cedi five; disproportionate.
The reason for this - as I said the clipper - would be that I have different hair than the indigenous population, so the overcharge. I wonder if it really simple, the typical curly hair is cut to the locals, when my smooth, short hair. I toss him out after a more or less heated debate the bill and get out.
The next day I visit a friend, he shaved my hair off. We have some free places for fun and a nice smiley face on the back of the head. Before I finished my hair he was going by he shaved the remaining hair, mischievous as he is, he does the smiley at the back are without me saying anything. So I walk around in the project then a day until my room mate - the ruling white - is kind to me and shaved all the hair to a length.
It often happens that is trying to rip one, because you have to get used to. It is assumed based on skin color, that you have money - broadly right. Nevertheless, I think it's a shame because it is extremely difficult because of this fact to forming friendships. A "Obruni" (White) is treated tend always different than a "Obibini" (black) and in the positive and negative sense - but rarely the same. Thus remains the creation of a trust and friendship difficult, I still remain open.
I'm meeting some people in the market. One wants to give me drum lessons, which I will take in the near future with pleasure. He accompanied me and we buy together a guitar for me: For a price equivalent to I get a € 40 acoustic guitar, a set of strings, picks and a bag.
During my explorations I discovered a city market district, tucked between buildings and disused railway tracks, where you can get from a variety of spices to vegetables and culinary delights such as screw everything. I buy rosemary.
-in Kumasi to give it actually a train station, from where one can drive from Accra, I doubt it more and more. -
has sometimes also expanded our menu a bit: In addition to the already-classic "bred and egg" is now also pasta with tomato sauce (And onions) and rice with tomato sauce (and onions) are offered. All seasoned with spices such as the recently acquired rosemary, salt and a type of bean that has an enormous potential field. . On local food such as "Fufu" or "Banku" with various sauces - with more or less attractive consistency - I usually do without thanks, you usually regret it in the next few days However, I have a number of local meals and snacks that you found can easily buy at the roadside, or the head of a seller's market running around here a small selection.
Plantain
-A kind of plantain, which is heated over hot coals, or sold as chips.
Jam
-a kind of oversized potato carrot in form that is peeled and boiled or fried in different variations is.
Bofrut
-dough balls, which are also fried in hot fat or oil.
and of course ice cream in different flavors, consisting of the plastic containers - is brought out - similar to water. This bites you on a corner and can taste it.
On free afternoons, I go often to a friend, in whose project has a lovely roof terrace - the highest point of the area. From there you can the daily life and contribute to the fascinating sunset over the city can be, a beautiful retreat. We listen to music, enjoy the atmosphere and the buzz from above.
Kumasi is the way at night also very impressive. Lights, unfortunately, not stars, but the scenery in a very different picture. One can observe the often power cuts; entire neighborhoods are dark at once. Particularly impressive was the spectacle as it once stormed. In the distance, lightning, the wind is getting stronger, the first drops, power outages - even in our district.
Over the weekend, some volunteers from Accra and Kumasi metropolitan area have come into town to celebrate the birthday of one with volunteers. A friend and I buy a bottle of wine let them in the bar which is celebrated in a cool place. Then we can bring our glasses and openers and have encountered, we could all bring to the bar itself.
Otherwise, his life takes more of the less ordered, but all the more quieter and more refined operation. It has a lot of time, learn to deal with it and all patient address. We have in the near future a meeting with the project manager who will then instruct us in our tasks; visit.
Felix
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