So we're back. and sadly, the moustache didn't make it (too darn hot), but the baby is fine, maybe even better than before after receiving a multitude of African blessings and with a vicarious taste for FuFu.
We started our trip on the coast of Ghana in the town of Elmina. Elmina has a well-preserved Portuguese slave outpost, which was later held by the Dutch and the British.
Elmina has an ample supply of wooden fishing boats, each flying under a different international flag.
Later, we went to the village of Ankaase to visit the Gongwers, a missionary family I lived with 8 years ago. Below is a photo of our friend, Dorothy Adjei, and part of her family at the Gongwer's house.
Kumasi is a town near Ankaase. It is the royal seat of the Asatahene, or ruler of the Asante tribe. The Asante are one of the most powerful tribes in West Africa due to their control of the large gold deposits in Ghana.
The Kejetia market in Kumasi is massive - one of the largest in West Africa. We spent about 3 hours there talking to the merchants, haggling for the wax block printed cloth, and buying food; specifically, some fresh okra for frying and ripe plantains (Nkawkaw) for my favorite Ghanaian dish, RedRed.
The boy on the right is Clement. We visited his school, which is in the neighboring town of Edjretia. The boy to the left is his brother, Michael.
This is my good friend Maggie Osei and her new baby, Emma. We were next door neighbors when I lived in Ankaase. She was mad at me for not writing her enough letters. I was mad at her for killing the young cat named Coy. I agreed to write more letters if she wouldn't kill any more cats named Coy. I'll let you know how it turns out.
While the Ghanaian art of baby transport may not be "crammed with conveniences", it has a much better price tag than a Bugaboo and is much more stylish.
The sky from the back house.
(P.S.: the untimely death of the cat named Coy was totally accidental)