Monday, August 15, 2011

The second "first day of work"

Today was my first day of work in the Ghana office, and I met the remaining people that weren't in on Friday. Everyone is so interesting! Most of my day consisted of following around Bridgette, trying to stay awake (damn jet-lag), pretending to follow along in the meetings, and writing huge to-do lists. That was the gist of my day.

Also, I realize that I really, really need to get a phone plan (ok, no more procrastinating) so I can explore my neighborhood and still find my way back home. Hooray for GPS!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

My first day

I woke up about noon-ish after waking up a few times from street noises and (apparently) a funeral next-door. Francesca and I went to the grocery store, so I got to see what that was like. I was surprised by the selection since they have many European/American brands although it is very, very expensive. About a week's worth of food for three people was about 120 USD (170 GHS).

I spent the rest of the day unpacking and watching Jens bake a cake. Later, we went to their friend's house (from the US embassy) and ate some pretty killer Chinese food. And much, much later we went to an authentic Ghanaian bar by the apartment. After a few drinks we decided to walk home, and the rain started to come down. The streets were really muddy, so it was a little gross. But, I'm impressed how safe it is here. I wouldn't expect to walk around town close to midnight!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Accra, finally!


I finally arrived in Accra! I landed late morning, went through the hassle of immigration, getting my bags, customs, etc and then went to the Google office for authentic Ghanaian food. It was fried fish, kenkey (maize dumpling), and vegetables. It was pretty good although cold kenkey is very sticky and a little hard to eat. I tried to work, but I mostly met with folks that were leaving (apparently a whole lot of people were visiting this week) and generally had a good time. Later I went with my new roommate Jens to his super amazingly nice apartment (pictures to come). I can't quite put my finger on it, but the apartment really makes me think of Brazil. Maybe it's the dark woods, or the flooring, or walls, but at least I feel at home.

After Jens's girlfriend Francesca came home from work, we all walked to a Thai restaurant by their apartment. The place didn't look like much from the outside; it was on a busy street corner, next to some run-down shops and street sellers, but the food was amazing. I would have never gone to a place like that, but I'm glad I did; I'll have to try exploring more often (and step out of my comfort zone).

On the way home we bought some fruits from a street seller, again something I wouldn't really consider doing. In my mind it seems much more sanitary to buy food from a supermarket, but then again, I need to step outside of my "first world" box and realize that I'm in Africa and things are different here. Even a world traveler like me has misconceptions to overcome!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Atlanta

Right now I'm sitting in the Marriott by the Atlanta airport. So, how did I get here?

I left California last night; it was hard. Brian came home from work, and we took care of the puppies, crated them, and drove to the Brazilian churrascaria Espetus for dinner. We finished rather early (my flight didn't leave until midnight). Brian suggested returning home to play with the puppies a little (they're irresistible!), but I was worried there wouldn't be enough time. Instead, we headed to the airport very early and talked for two hours. I eventually checked-in with my two bags weighing 49 and 50 pounds, right below the threshold for being overweight. It's like I planned it or something :)

Saying good-bye is always hard, especially for me. I am overly emotional but don't want to express it, and I allow the emotions to build up until they forcibly pour out of me. Last night there was a floodgate, and my fears, anxiety and sadness revealed themselves. At the airport. When I thought I had control over myself, I got into the security line, but while I waited, I kept looking at Brian's sad face and the floodgate opened again (even now I can hardly keep the tears back). I seriously thought I wasn't going to be able to get on the plane. But, somehow I managed.

The flight was uneventful because I slept like a baby. Best sleep ever. Once in Atlanta, I was trying to figure out what to do for the next 12 hours until my next flight when Mom suggested that I go to a hotel for the day. Of course this was followed by an invitation for an all-paid stay (thanks Mom!), and now I am here, waiting for my next red-eye.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Good-bye California!

I'm leaving tonight. I'm such a mix of excitement, nervousness, and sadness right now.