Turns out that I quite like Ghanaian food. It reminds me a little bit of Indian - veggies in some sort of yummy sauce, over rice. Had fried plantains for the first time - yum - and there's this grape soda that I'm hooked on. :-)

After lunch, we went to a bunch of historical/cultural sites - WEB DuBois' home, the National Museum, a mausoleum and museum dedicated to Kwame Nkrumah, Ghana's first president. I especially liked the mausoleum, although mostly because there were some terrific pictures to be taken. Came back to the hotel for a dance performance and naming ceremony. Ghanaians are named by the day of the week of their birth - each day has its own attribute - and their birth order in their family. Mine? I was born on a Thursday, so I'm Yaa, with the attribute 'achiever.' (HAHA. IRONY.) Then we had a lecture on Ghanaian culture, dinner, and shopping with local vendors. I think I may dislike salespeople too much to really enjoy shopping here - they're so forward, and I haven't yet found the balance between courtesy and firm refusal. Still, a lot of the clothing was just gorgeous, and I definitely want to buy a shirt while I'm here.

I also managed to obtain my second klutzy injury of the trip (the first being my walking into the wall-mounted TV while unpacking in the morning). I was looking at tunics with Lauren when I went to step backwards and found the floor not there. I proceeded to sorta trip down three stairs while making a half-turn, landing with my knees hitting marble and my left arm an A/C heat sink. My camera (which miraculously avoided all collision) was unharmed, but I have bruises on both knees and a visible bump on my arm. Came upstairs, changed into PJ's, sat down, and fell asleep. I woke up at one, called Jon, and went swimming with a bunch of kids who'd just gotten back from a club. And now I'm packed and ready to head to Kumasi tomorrow morning - a four-hour drive of about 150 miles.

One (of the many) interesting things I noticed is the presence of Chinese artifacts. WEB DuBois received a tapestry featuring him as an old scholar and two wall scrolls from the Chinese emperor, and the National Museum had an unlabeled case of Chinese porcelain-looking dolls in traditional dress. Huh?

It's really dusty. To be expected during the dry season, I guess, but it's hellish for me and my filter obsessions. The 'soil' appears to be red clay - bright orangey red everywhere. I'm dying to take some home.

Oh, and I miss Jon.

Okay, bedtime.