Accra: Drumming, Dancing, Driving

It’s only 8 pm, but I already feel like going to bed. My whole being is miserable, and the worst is trying to figure out the cause. Lariam (weekly malaria pills)? After all, seems a bit unlikely, although who knows. Some local crap? But I haven’t really been anywhere, ate no local food, and haven’t…

Cape Coast & Elmina Castle

So close! I almost, almost bought that field program for the Slave castles & Dungeons from SAS (and I promised myself I would try to avoid their trips by all possible means). But at breakfast it turned out that a bunch of my buddies was planning to go to see one of the slave castles…

Takoradi: Like a Circle in a Spiral

Some people were really surprised this morning to wake up – no, not to their alarms, and even not to dean Rita’s loud voice, but to the beat of the African drums. Random, right? Well, there was a bunch of drummers and dancers on the embankment by the ship, and they were just playing and dancing…

Almost there – Takoradi

Crickets or cicadas? That is the question. Not that hearing a cricket or a cicada is normal aboard a ship that is somewhere in the Atlantic ocean on its way to Ghana, but on the other hand, still curious. These things sing in the morning and at night and they definitely add up to our…

News From the Helm, Side Issue

News number one, being the main news: my dear friend and classmate Ilona took a leap of faith (just like I did half a year ago), and on the other side the SAS Presidential scholarship awaited her. So yes, Ilona is going on the Spring 2014 voyage (and I’m already damn jealous). What can I…