Saturday morning, we took a taxi, and asked the driver to take us to the Jamestown lighthouse. He said okay, so we thought he knew what we wanted. He asked us on the drive what we were doing in Jamestown, and we said we wanted to check out a castle, and then see a little bit of the surrounding area. He said, "oh, okay. The castle." And we agreed, "yes the castle, but the lighthouse first." After a few minutes of driving, he said that the castle was right there, and he pointed to a gray building. I said, "oh, okay, great!" and he dropped us off. We got out of the taxi and walked up to the entrance gate.
|Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park|
|Statue of Dr. Nkrumah in front of his mausoleum|
|Partial view of Accra from lighthouse|
While we were on top of the lighthouse, our guides pointed out different parts of the city, including the Jamestown Castle next door. We were told that the castle was once part of the slave trade (as Cape Coast Castle was). Once slavery was abolished, it was used to store prisoners, and today it remains empty (?). Our guides told us that we weren't allowed inside the castle, but that they could take us to an underground tunnel that would lead us into the castle. We denied this offer.
|Jamestown fishing village|
|Atlantic Ocean in Accra|
In Michigan, we hear about undetows, but we never really get to experience strong ones in the lakes--at least not compared with the undertows of the ocean. They were quite strong on Saturday, and I didn't go into too far (least not further in than the other Ghanaians in the photo above!) as even as close as I was to the shore, it was threatening to pull me in. The waves were really strong, and a few knocked me over and pushed me into the beach, my butt skidding along the sand. I was in the water for a few minutes. There was a kid in a Michigan t-shirt swimming near me, and he waved at me.
When I returned back to Amanda, I started getting ready to go and the boy asked me if he could be my friend. At this point, a few little kids came up and started making kissing noises. I said sure, we could be friends, but little did I realize that he wanted to go on a date with me. I then declined at this point, and he asked to get his picture taken with me, so I obliged.
We then decided to continue on with our day's activities. We walked quite a ways in the extreme heat and sun to the AACD African Market, which we read contained souvenirs with sticker prices (no bargaining!). We arrived there (after some help with a Ghanaian woman!), only to find out they were closed. We were able to peer into the window, and it was exactly what we were looking for as far as the items they had in the store.
|Chicken pannini and smoothie for lunch|
We then decided we wanted to try and locate our last stop, a bookstore called Payless Books. We weren't sure of which neighborhood it was in as we only had a cross street for the store, but we hailed a taxi and the taxi driver said he knew where it was. He had me try and call the number in the guide book to see if we could pindown an exact location. I tried calling 20 times, and no answer. The driver also stopped and asked a few people if they knew where it was: no one did. After over a half hour of driving around, we asked him to take us back to Legon where the university was. We had a mildly successful day, save for the shopping aspect. No sooner had we gotten home than the threatening clouds proved themselves and it downpoured and stormed all night.