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The Wandmalprojekt

Less than a month have Susan, another volunteer and I worked at a privately organized Wandmalprojekt. Funnily enough, we got the idea to independently and so we finally put together. We agreed on the issue of AIDS.

Since Susan volunteers in a project on HIV / AIDS prevention, we thought that it would be useful to work with one of their classes together. The headmistress of the school ("Kwansakrom Ada Junior High School ") was the idea of joyful welcome, and so the project was soon under way. The wall painting and the preparation should be cooperation to happen to the students.

First we spent some hours with the motif search to the class some ideas earned. As a second step, the preparation of the stencil was used for the murals. The students helped us much with motivation, but with the quality assurance and cut spending Susan and me for several days afterwards. kindly gave us support Ullrike, a volunteer from the local orphanage.

Since I am a paying club member eV cult blob, we have there is a sponsorship for the materials and asked to get it. Henceforth, the project was under the label cult blot. Work on the wall included the first clean and then the queen bees. Since we used oil paint, it took a long time to dry. The students helped us in so far as it allowed her lesson plan with. Finally, we draw after nearly 2 weeks have been finished. In this
time we were sweating as much as in the whole time and not in Ghana have become visibly browner, because the sun has accompanied us throughout.

moment we try to project a little more to make public. From a press conference to an announcement on the radio there are many ways to do so.

I hereby speak again from my thanks to our sponsor cult blob eV, our assistant Ullrike, school class, and of course, especially with my project partner, Susan.

And where is now finally the pictures asks her to you?
Here: Pictures Wandmalprojekt
- Preparation

- Implementation

information about the association cult blob eV: www.kultklecks.de

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March / April

flooding at Zoran

One In the evening when I come home from the Palestra and the stone stairs from the parking lot went up high to our house, I remarked to me a true Waterfall under Zoran's doorstep entgegenkam. He was not home, so I called him if I should look up briefly with the second key what's going on inside. Shortly after, I stood in ankle-high water, the water pipe from the sink is broken and the water shot with high pressure has been about 2 hours from the line. Fortunately made the director, whose house is directly next to it, also just finished a day and helped me then to Adrian and Pepe (which we have called) the water with brooms and mops out of the 4 rooms and the corridor rauszuschaffen.

The last major project was the renovation of the Caretaker of the food hall. Good 2 weeks was our stairway to the voluntary wing only awkward to negotiate, because we had built up a scaffolding on the steps to renovate the largest mural. After my proposal, which was newly appointed first trial to apply color to a spot and then to demonstrate to the Director not listen, we painted the entire wall (as it turned out afterwards to relieve Gianluca with the wrong color). Now, however, the hall restored to its former luster, fresh paint and new images make a pleasant atmosphere.

After the weekly meeting took place recently in an informative and relaxed atmosphere, we proposed Gianluca, Wednesday to insert a social evening where we all cook together. Even with our desire for a barbecue came Gianluca very quickly. The first barbecue was scheduled a bit since we had together sought the vegetables at night in the dark with flashlights in our fields, and yet not so much coal was there as we thought at first. Ultimately, it was nevertheless a very nice dinner with grilled potatoes, artichokes, grilled sausage meat us.

took on a Monday morning on the birthday of my Mam to the occasion with her and my aunt to Grotto beach near Gela to drive. So I was at 22 degrees on 30 March already on the beach, in your mind of course that it has in Germany 7 degrees warmer ;-)
The expectant weather also has an impact on the doings in the village, cars and scooters go back more on the streets and in summer and from the people standing outside the bars (some then but with winter jackets, evening it is usually still cool).

After Scott, the little dog from Zoran, found no playmates in his size was, finally added his little sister. The two are now following Zoran at every turn while working on the site of the Servizio Cristiano. If it is present, the feeding of the cats, things always happen a little spectacle, for the cats come from all corners of the site herbeigehuscht and follow Zoran until their feeding area, where then the approximately 10 cats at the pasta from the previous day or other groups . argue Within the white, three-color and black cats are more recently, a beige-colored, blue-eyed Siamesenkatze which is one of my favorites. The animals here in the Servizio and the lovingly crafted plants contribute significantly to the local atmosphere to me at.

For nearly a week we had a visit from Florence-Rabea, Carmen and Yannick spent their holidays here in Sicily! We had a lot of fun cooking together, the companies and celebration of Carmen's birthday! Pictures are worth a 1000 words ;-)

we have also won appreciation, Florencia is from Uruguay for a year here making her voluntary work, Miro also from Agrigento and Palermo from Angelo. John left for us, Marina and Armin.

The Internet restrictions are now grown up yet, there are probably technical difficulties ;-)

When Adrian and I went one evening to the Piazza were lights, camera tracks and a bunch of people on the ground. We were then told it is a film shot, a scene was filmed promptly:

The owner of the restaurant Charlie Brown and someone drove up with a motorcycle, close to the crowd (extras from the village). As the two descended they seized their guns which they had put back casually in his pants. The band played the song Roksan (at this point, I must say the bands around here are surprisingly good, the singers are better as so Some well known star). In any case, the two fired wildly into the crowd, which made them the laughing part, then some stumbling. The attacker ran away, a table is overturned and one of the two falls out while he still shoots. It was quite funny to watch it, after about 4 times the scene was then apparently in the box, since half the square was emptying, as against 1 clock is usually customary.

Easter Holiday Favignana
Thurs 09:03 - Mon 13/03/2009

The Easter weekend took Clem, Frank, Florencia, Laura and I as an opportunity to Favignana, which is 19.8 km ² the largest of the Egadi to spend. Gianluca we organized this accommodation Guest house in a nice family. So we started a little earlier on Thursday with the work, for then stop for lunch at Trapani. After 3 hours of driving with our Pullmino we then shuts off in the vicinity of the port for the weekend, we sat down with the ferry to the island.

heavily loaded as we were, we were amazed when Roberto and his small Renault + roof rack everything stowed.
After we reviewed our room, we go on with the car of our landlord in the town of Favignana, the car we should not shut it, he said, otherwise you can not any longer. "Non vi preoccupate, nessuno lo Tocca" - we should not worry Make no fässt to the car, the same was true then the next day for the bikes. The small town has some bars, the square, the harbor and numerous one-way streets so we are not at all that night as easily have found out again.

on Saturday we went with the borrowed bicycles along the coast Tront with rest on the beach, next to the natural division of the island by the mountain on which the castle. After coffee and ice cream then we went back to cook our own food at home. A small television with MTV entertained us at dinner and relax. Laura, Frank, Flo and I were again on the evening in the city to be present at the Easter procession.

The next morning, did Clemens and I are already borrow at 7:30 on foot to the city to scooters, Roberto came behind him with the car and took it with us, as he had before in the city. He recommended to us, to buy fresh fish directly from fishing boats in the harbor, which we could not miss, of course. For 20 € / day / person, we received then a two 50cc scooter, that it really funny was the whole island to go, high on the mountain, inserted a small off-road unit because we wanted to storm the summit cross on to end wars, but then have been too rocky and we contented ourselves with the top.

for the castle we could climb down from the scooter and on foot have to walk the stairs, of course, regardless of the difference in advance, so we made our way through the tunnel of the two halves of the island connects to explore the other side. The white sandy beach invited here to take a nap until the lighthouse, the iridescent colors of the sea and the rocky coastline, we found nothing that stopped us yet, so we drove back to the other, busier side.

When we scooter then give the evening would thus go to the city had to the police was on (probably the one and only two policemen on the island) and attempted more bad than good to intimidate us with a Busgeld, as we in the pedestrian zone driven, are behind us, however, cars, quads and other scooter criss-cross the streets. After looking a little silly presented and so did we would not understand what he wants from us (including fines or communication to the German police), he decided on a one orally accepted as driving ban for three days what are then less of, and thus allowed both sides are satisfied:-D

the rainy Sunday, it gave us a bit, so we have not done anything exciting. On Monday morning we went right on to the ferry that took us to Trapani. There, we called the director, who arrived on the day before that in his hometown. After we found our Pullmino where we him before 4 Shuts off days, we went first for breakfast in a bar, then to the barbecue at a friend of the director. In the evening we went back home after Riesi.


work:

pending since the time of any major works, we can take care of the little broken-matters, such as repair walls, rubble, put away, waste away and dispose of, etc. Otherwise, finally, soil samples were taken next to the school and behind the office, because the Earth moves underneath and thus caused cracks in the buildings.

Furthermore, we have it for nine months for the first time the movies made from Riesi, "La Matassa" - was an Italian comedy at the time.


More Weather

typical April weather we have here, the rain less frequently and are weaker than was the case in the winter. Moreover, it is becoming increasingly warmer, trees and all sorts of plants to flourish.

Otherwise I'm going to the gym regularly or with Zoran and Adrian, in the evening we meet with young people from Riesi in the bar or eating out. On weekends, we go often to Acireale, have this weekend but we stay here and help out an event in the Servizio Cristiano shape.

Finally: I'm fine, I do not regret a single day here, my decision this year instead of the voluntary civil service / armed forces to make in Germany, was absolutely right. And anyway .. time passes too quickly, in a good 2.5 months I'm back home!

Tanti Saluti Alessandro




Another note:

Zoran would leave a dog, he is still young and would look forward to a new home! If interested, look at the pictures in my photo album, not the transport is to be the problem!

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About half a year Ghana - change, adaptation and understanding

Since 28 February, I'm already six months in Ghana, through and learned a lot. In that time we lived through a process in which one first tries, their environment according to personal Habits to change back. Piece by piece fits you always more and eventually developed enlarged understanding of the culture, life and people.

On the preparatory seminars for the stay abroad, we were advised of possible events that we face in our country of destination. It was also about the culture shock model. It is roughly about the "ups and downs of feelings" during the time abroad, but also immediately after the return. The whole illustrated in a graphic, a period is dar. The rash (the amplitude) is specific to each volunteer. A low point at the start corresponds to the so-called Culture shock. For me this has failed, which I'm not unhappy. I basically get used to the situation and only in the detail I have tried to change a few things. Much has also solved itself and one has finally adjusted to it. In retrospect
had to do most of interference points with life in the family. What I had to fight long, the missing, free table was in the home. It may sound trite, but such things have been grappling here. Granted, there was a table that was rather pass as a footstool, and in the light of my shoe size (46), which also limited. Otherwise there was only one small, round plastic table on the vessel with rice, sugar and other things were. At one point I was tired of everything all the time lying on the bed, have to do. Especially are always the slats of slat broken out and my back has also complained. So I decided to buy a table, no matter at what price. My host father referred me to a plastic table, which is relatively cheap and only 20 cedis (~ 13 €) costs. The next day my host mother said to me that I would rather be a carpenter can make a table. You know a carpenter who was in the vicinity of their sales booth in the city. When I explained my desire their dimensions for the table roughly had (1.0mx 0.5m), they said that it was not too expensive. The next day I went to see her stall with her on to the carpenter to be identified. As we walked through the narrow, winding streets of the market, she said to me that I should like to see the table, whether I like him. Somehow I got the strange feeling because I had still not been commissioned. Once there
was already a table ready for me. He was kept very simple but the surface was smooth - all I needed. The price for the shouting AGAINST table was fewer than five Cedi (3.5 €)! I never expected to get to the table and was so cheap very surprised. On the other hand, it took me a little annoyed that I was actually tortured for months and still get to the table was soo easy.
This matter, however, can only transfer to my host family, because every other volunteers, I have visited on his family, has at least a usable table in the home. Shortly after, I've still a cord stretched across the room where I now have my laundry. From then on, my towel was able to dry properly and I had more space for other things. From that time life in the host family was a lot better. As I have mentioned
been closed a few problems on its own. At the beginning were the Internet cafes in Swedru so slow that it was almost impossible to open his mail account. Since it was best to go out on Sunday morning, when most Ghanaians were in the church. Therefore, it was in the early days not many blog entries.
last few months but we have Swedru in a new internet cafe with really good range. Sateliteninternet use and are thus independent of the other Internet cafes, which all depend on one line and therefore slow. There you can browse at least effectively, writing mails and even download small files. For example, an antivirus program was very necessary, because the computers in Internet cafes, all with computer viruses contaminated. The customers in the Internet cafes are again a different issue.
In the first few months I had a problem with it, every day, the 35 pesewas (0.35 Cedi) pay per round-trip to the city. If you consider that you get for 35 pesewas (22 cents) a lunch, that's a waste. Therefore, and at least to drive a bit of sport, I bought a bike. Actually, there are only a few miles to get to the city, but even after a hundred meters I was sweaty as so that my shirt was totally wet. Once in school I was always addressed it funny. Noon to return, you have sweated even more. Ultimately, I sold the bike back. Funnily enough, is just gone out the fare at Lord and a month later again. The taxi price of my course is now only 25 pesewas (16 cents). The low oil price has made in Ghana immediately noticeable!

Some concerns have also used an adjustment phase. The noise in the city and at home I could really get used to what I had not initially thought possible! The radio in the house I get no longer correct. Even if the TV miteinstimmt still, it does not bother me much more. The wrong-headed financial management has become my normal, where it has disturbed me even two months ago.
It really is that one adjusts the beginning and even the stranger, no longer seen as alien.
When new volunteers come to town, I usually think again until what, for the newcomer at the beginning of a problem. Life here has become so normal. You can act a little talk in the local language and knows the prices on the street knows that eating more Ghanaian appreciate and know the different hand signals if you want a taxi in a certain direction. It is known to haggle if you take a taxi just a shorter piece sets journey. It has become normal, that you have to wait until the Trotro (the bus) is full before setting off - and when the two hours lasts. A five-hour Trotrofahrt, where you have very uncomfortable (especially in my size), sitting has become normal and more ...
By adjusting to life here, you got a different picture of Ghanaians. We understand their way of life better and it becomes clear that many know nothing other than the traditional life in Ghana, with whom she grew up ...

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My trip to Ghana (part 7) - Kumasi



Kumasi

Kumasi is the second largest city of Ghana and is regarded as a cultural capital. I was now already the second time there and can confirm that. It is also the center of the Ashanti, one of the major ethnic groups in the center Ghana. A well-known international figure in Kumasi would Kofi Annan (former Secretary General of the UN).
Compared to Accra (the real capital), Kumasi shines in all criteria. It has an interesting architecture, less traffic, a beautiful and larger market, a major cultural center, a zoo and many craft suburbs.

the time, to see everything, we stayed no longer, for it was at a meeting with the organization. The main things we have seen, however. Around noon, not to spend in the sun, we first went into the cultural center. In the middle of the park was a small (!) Museum. As in all museums was allowed to take any pictures. The tour was mainly about former tribal kings and the traditions of the Ashanti.
Apart from the museum, the cultural center was more of a big art market. It was the artists in the production of pottery, wood carvings and commissioned many paintings watch - and buy them of course. Although I was determined not to buy, I left for 25 cedi for paintings. Thanks to my reckless trading talent I have taken an amazing amount of it (4 images). After a little refreshment, we wanted to pounce on the huge market in the center. As was noted in our guide, he's divided into different areas. The Schneider district borders the household and grocery part, behind the metal goods district is so
Ben was looking out for drugs and it drove us back and forth across the narrow, full market. In the meat-quarters I ran out of steam. Not because it went ahead as fast, but because I was forced to hold their breath - the smell was probably the worst I have experienced in Ghana! Complete innards lay on the wooden tables in the sun and stank to himself. Since I wanted to stop quickly in another district, we rushed around the corner and I almost collided with a man who wore a cow's head on his shoulder. Weak stomach, we finally reached a somewhat lighter part of the market and finally we stayed hanging on a CD stand.
I was in search of Alpha Blondy, a reggae singer from the Ivory Coast. In Techiman ran a cassette and I am told that he was. As luck would have it, there was even a "best of" - CD from him. For the equivalent of € 1 I could not say no.

Normally people are not in a hurry, but what has struck me in retrospect, ran over a white T-shirt with us. Not two minutes later, a mob assaulting Santander came in our direction. There was one in the middle (a thief with a white T-shirt), which was in direct contact with a police officer. The man was totally beside himself, and struck around as if it were his life. It was not to blame him, for around two in the middle were about five others who threw things at the thief and tried to pursue him. The action moves now directly in our direction and we came closer and closer. A man was armed with a wooden chair and another tore the wooden bench on which the dealer from the CD version was sitting still in the air. That was the time when we looked out our shell shocked and quickly run away. It was jinxed, because the mob seemed to follow. We crowded under the fleeing people and I hid myself behind a Trotro. Half a meter next to me was a woman the goods from the head "shot." One of the pursuers had a yam root (8 kg) are thrown to the thief, but probably missed the target.
The whole thing was so quickly around, as it came. Relieved, we went back to the CD version. The people around us went back to their usual routine. Such things are probably not uncommon. A little more courage, one could do in Germany, but such dimensions, it should not really have. It may well be that they killed the thief in the pursuit!

When we finally found a way out of the market, we tried to come to a taxi stand. Despite the relatively simple structure of the inner city, we ran us and the sun burned down on us mercilessly. Some time later we were finally in our guest house where we were able to recover from the long day. In the evening we have set ourselves in a pub. It came by a few artists that sold on the streets. I was weak again and bought another two images. Tough Enough was traded I come back to below 30% of the original price. In Accra, on the art market, I would never get the pictures at the price.

The next day was only from the back to come to Agona Swedru. Ben and I said goodbye to the Texaco gas station and were finally glad to be back home. The trip was expensive for Ghanaian conditions for European however, been relatively cheap. We took a lot of impressions and experiences, but were especially fun!

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PICTURES: Kumasi

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My round trip to Ghana (Part 6) - Buabeng-Fiema



Buabeng-Fiema and the Monkey Sanctuary

Our backpacks are on the onward journey almost dropped, but fortunately almost exclusively. However, they are threatening much of the rear window crept.
We were well in time and would reach Buabeng-Fiema in any case. Buabeng is known for the Monkey Sanctuary (Monkey Sanctuary). It is rather an ape park in the forest. Locally in the guest house we found a few Canadian researchers. They had giant telescope-like Fotoapperate with him and lay in wait for anything that moves - so it seemed.
We are inclined to rest a little before us, the tour guide took us into the forest. I had just started to do laundry, as it suddenly became very windy and drove a thick cloud cover the sun. It looked a lot like rain. The tour guide came over and said that we should prefer the tour to move the next day. The rain
read not long in coming, and I had my clothes hanging on the bedpost in the room. My "pillow" was wet, and on the ground were already puddles. Pour it fairly and we took out a game which is Ben had bought in Tamale. It is well known among the Ghanaians, such as skating in Europe. We must move to a particular system of small marbles.
to late afternoon after the rain had stopped, we were on our way to eat something to buy. The kitchen in the restaurant wanted a woman outrageous price, so we decided to once again buy something cheap at the roadside in the village. Unfortunately, there was hardly anything and we had a sparse dinner satisfied. As a consolation we wanted to buy a bottle of local brandy (Apeteshi). Quickly we had found someone who was familiar with it and he took us to Fiema (the other city / town-part of Buabeng-Fiema). It occurred to us before, as if he had used several times already too deep into the glass. went through a few backyards, we passed a bar. The owner took us on exaggerated friendly. Our company asked for a drink, we allow him. There was a 0.2 liter glass Apeteshi, which he drank like water into itself. A surprised expression drank a glass of Ben and I together. The alcohol content of Apetechi is never the same, it depends on the brewer, which mixes the drink.

Our company wanted to visit someone, before we were making our way back. Followed him, he brought us into a shady shed where strange creatures with a beer and cigarettes were sitting. Faster than we had We have been involved in discussions. We had planned to return to the inn since it was already dusk, and stood before us the way to Buabeng. We
our company made it clear that without him we would go back again, what finally convinced him to join us. We crossed the road that led past the bar and saw the bartender caught up in a scuffle. We quickly made a detour around the scene and looked, we were soon back in our guest house. It was now getting dark and there were no street lights. On a straight stretch in the distance the light of the inn was in sight. Because we could orient ourselves and found back unscathed.

featured The next morning we are surprised that we had caught up with one pair of Larrabanga. The Rasta (Ghana) and the Swiss were sitting at the table and drank coffee. There was even a little left over for us and so we joined them.
On the way to the shower, I suddenly saw with horror that had nested on the roof of the house several large spiders. The night before, I'm still running barefoot along that path ....
Now it was but once in the forest. The tour guide was ready and we started marching. He told us of the existing species of monkeys and eventually brought us to a place where were staying, the monkeys often. We brought some bread to them . To attract They were there immediately, and tore a quick bread from his hand. A monkey, it seemed to be the Mother was very greedy and let the other hardly anything left! Past rainforest-like vegetation, we were led to the Cemetery. There is a cemetery where all the monkeys be dropped off after her death. The tour guide and game warden, they also buried there by hand.
came the end we passed a tree parasite. This wraps around a normal tree and feeds on it. After several years, died from the actual tree and it only remains for the parasite - as a skeleton remains the case. Inside the tree you could climb, he was so stable.
the way back the guest house we had to improvise because a swarm of bees on the path was wide. After a few detours but we were back in the right direction. booked the inn, the owner pointed us to a clearing in the area, from where you get a Trotro. Waited a while, it was in a rundown in the usual abundance Trotro continue on the road to Kumasi - our last stop on the tour.
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PICTURES: Buabeng-Fiema

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My Tour in Ghana (Part 5) - Bui




About Wenchi in the Bui National Park

The bus from Larrabanga was great but also full to bursting. In addition, in each even the smallest corner bags stuffed with food and other goods. If you do not already sweating from the humidity, then crowded by the many people on the bus. To get to Wenchi, we had to change trains at the junction Damango. We were able to get off the bus soon. Accidentally passed a so-called Speedcar, which went to Techiman (which is on the way to Wenchi). The Speedcar was a van with the highest standard. The seats were comfortable and had air conditioning. By the 6-speed transmission, the ride was quiet and very pleasant. The price of the trip was twice as high as normal, but that was us at the time no matter legally.
From Techiman it was on to Wenchi, where we left our luggage once wanted to bring in a hotel. In the city the hell was going on, because we have experienced was at the same time a funeral of 3 important people. For this reason, each hotel was fully booked in the city and we were advised to travel to Techiman. go back to back to Techiman, would have upset our schedule so we tried our luck in a small suburb to find a free hotel.
I forgot the name of the village, but I call it "the village of dust." On the leaves of the trees on the roofs of houses, the cars, everywhere was red dust. Since the road was not paved, whirled the passing cars on the dust every time. A guest house We have at least found and it was the cheapest room, which we received on the whole trip so far. The price for a room with double bed and fan cost just 5 Cedi (3.2 €)! Per person or one-half - we have paid almost five times in Akosombo. Unfortunately, you could get to eat in the inn there was nothing and not a single chop-bar (food stand at the roadside) in the village. In a small shop covered us with a little bread and tomato paste and later talked with the owner of the inn. She told us of her husband, who lives in another city and will very likely alien is ...
The next morning we waited for the Trotro Bui, where there is to explore the Bui National Park. Meanwhile, we were chased by a deranged woman. She wanted us to touch constantly and not even in Trotro we were safe from it.
The ride in the Bui National Park was probably one of the dustiest our trip. When a car drove in front of our Trotro, they were enveloped by a cloud of dust, literally. Our hair stood dannach filthy. In Bui we are told that we were probably too late for a tour in the park. The shortest leg hold a walking tour of 3 hours. As we had already resigned to not come to that day in the park, the tour guide came running and said that a group of workers of the nearby dam, with a Truck was there. They wanted to also check the National Park and we could come in the back. This way we have of course accepted. It sounded exciting on the back of a large truck, ride - that's it! We had to run over rocky hills, cross the dry river beds and avoid the branches of the trees by the roadside. The scenery when driving through the park, changed several times. Of dry grass fields, and rocky plains, to thick forest, there was everything. I tried a couple of photos during the trip to make, which was hard because even holding on was an art. When we
a forest clearing reached, the truck was "parked". On foot, we reached in a few minutes the river that is famous for its hippos. On shore in the mud you could see the footsteps and not far from bathing in the water a herd. They did not disturb us. From time to crack one of the hippos are huge mouth, and yawned loud - really loud! I doubt that an elephant hinbekommt this volume with his snort.
After we had examined the river a little, we went on our way back. Unfortunately, the way to the village was not as simple as the way out. The first hurdle was one of the river beds. Since it was relatively steep and the road full of large rocks was shot through the rear wheels of the truck. I had already given up hope, but finally we have managed. The wheels had by this action lost half of the profile - an expensive trip for the workers! As there were only a few kilometers to the village, we were suddenly stuck in the sand. This time, however, did not help and we had to walk to make the return journey. The sun was not so high but it was very hot and the trail seemed to us an incredibly long time to occur.
have in the village, we can supply us with water and helped to organize a tractor that would pull the truck. This has finally all works and said the workers that they are in the evening take a taxi to Wenchi. We have agreed to travel together and share the costs. Unfortunately we have forgotten in the rush to replace the mobile phone numbers. Ben and I were sitting by the roadside on a bench and waited until late in the darkness, but the taxi never came. Annoyed, we took a room at the inn. The first and possibly only Trotro should arrive by 5 clock in the morning, we had a pretty short night. At least this was Trotro (even relatively on time)! A little worried because our backpacks were made with ropes on the roof, it finally went on ...

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PICTURES: Bui National Park

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My round trip to Ghana (Part 4) - Mole


Larrabanga and the Mole National Park

As the bus on which we have waited so long in Tamale, it finally came, it was already late afternoon. Our next goal Larrabanga, so we reached at nightfall. As soon as we left bus, we were surrounded by children. After the typical small talk, they knew that we are German and have now thrown against German words. When they realized that we of "How are you?" And "What's your name?" Not everything could be very impressive, they let us go.
The famous inn on site, "Salia Bros Guest House" is, as the name implies, run by two brothers. It has a very simple standard, but it is clean. In addition, you could sleep on the roof. Since it was very warm, we have chosen this option. Would not have been the Harmattan, you could have enjoyed a beautiful starry sky. But even so it was nice on the roof, if a little dusty (-> Harmattan). The owners were very nice. You've read every wish from the lips and guided us through even half the village to find a store that sells beer. Since the village is 100% Muslim, who drink no alcohol, was not so easy.

Larrabanga is a tiny village where there is really nothing to see. No, that's not quite so - there are the oldest mosque in Ghana (15th century). By a former volunteer restoration project was assured. The mosque has a special style, whose origin comes from Mali. It also has only one little window, which is covered with a curtain and thus does not transmit light. Not only because
Larrabanga the mosque has become a frequently visited tourist destination. Larrabanga is located 5 km from the largest national park of Ghana removed the Mole National Park. In the morning the next day we started with borrowed bikes there. A Safari Tour clock starts every day at 7 in the morning. Since the bikes were pretty run down, we have used for the 5 km Put a surprisingly long time and have come almost too late. After we parked our bikes at the hotel in the park, we joined the safari group. There were a few British, Canadian, U.S. Americans and French there. On the way further into the interior of the park I was talking with an Englishman, was the very jealous that as long as I can be in Ghana. He was only here for two weeks and was very pressed for time, to also to see everything.
According to a few kilometers walk we reached the point where you usually get to see elephants. On the way we have elephant dung and also saw the footprints. There was a small observation tower overlooking a waterhole where they come from normal to drink. Unfortunately, far and wide, no elephants. On the shore was seen hanging out the noses of some crocodiles, antelopes and wild pigs running around graze in the distance. A little disappointed, because we have not got the elephants to face, we are back running the point.

arrived at the hotel at the edge of Moleparks, we talked with some people about Ghana and exchanged experiences. John from the Unite States raved about German beer and told us about his positive experiences he has made as he was during the soccer World Cup in Germany. The organization with the shuttle buses at that time he was exemplary. Ben and I had decided even with the safari tour in the afternoon to participate in order to possibly still get to see elephants. At the pool under an umbrella, it could also stand well. Surprisingly we had not even wait until then, because a group of elephants approached the water hole near the hotel. Quick, we have done with the tour guide on the road. The guide left us at about 15m stalking the elephants. You could see them that they had been warned, they have lined up in formation, in the triangle. After we watched for a while, and our photos had shot, it went back. On the way back, suddenly crossed an elephant out of the bushes, on our way. He was now just chill 8m away. The tour guide was sharp and his gun was ready for anything. The elephant snorted and walked quietly past us. He was compared to the other very dark, almost black. This time we were very satisfied and went, we excited entertaining, back to the hotel. To dusk we are still left, then we jumped on our bike and are driven into the sunset after Larragbanga. In
Guest House, we were now not the only guests. A Ghanaian with dreadlocks, accompanied by a Swiss woman, have be accommodated in the room opposite. They came straight from Burkina Faso (the neighbor to the north of Ghana) and have told us about the nice people there.
wanted after a short night we caught the early morning the first Trotro to move forward. We waited waited, but the Trotro not come. After breakfast we sat by the roadside and were harassed by the guys who gave us the first day already "welcomes". They have since their tricks that they pull off with the tourists at all times. Ask for foreign coins, which they apparently need for education in schools. Since we, as volunteers in service jeoch know the curriculum, they have the chosen wrong for it. The next stage of the games would have been to ask the next tourist if he can exchange foreign money in the Ghanaian currency. The owner of the inn has also warned us of them. It was also fun to watch what happened when a new bus arrived in Tamale from Larrabanga. Whereas those guys were running really behind the bus to be the first people who received the tourists. You have to remember of course the situation in the village. There is actually little work and the young people struggle with trying to get a little money. Although Larrabanga is a nice place, were glad when the bus finally came hours later, and us, the South brought.
That was the parting with the North. From her mentality is different, people do not bad, from those in the south. But you can see that they are somewhat distant and not so pushy - which was very pleasant. I think it's the religion, because the North is more Muslim. Also, the temperature difference may play a role (in the north it is hot). What we have now found out also is that the many bush fires were mostly ignited deliberately. On the one hand, to prevent more fires, but also to round up animals in order to catch better. Both reasons are not really convincing, but like so much else, runs out in Ghana Matter is not how they should run in our view.
in from the south!

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PICTURES: Larrabanga
PICTURES: Mole National Park

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My trip to Ghana (Part 3) - Tamale



From Yeji to Tamale

got up early in the morning are Ben and I have been going on for the port if you can call in size so ever. On the way we came across another group of German volunteers, so we decided to have breakfast with them. To continue our journey to Tamale
, we had to the other side of the Volta Lake. We have a small passenger boat taken on the approximately 30 people had space. On the crossing we had a chat with a Ghanaian, who has us worried on arrival as nice places in the bus to Tamale. This was in fact now almost full. Fortunately, most people spoke good English in the region, because in the Volta Region is no Twi or Fanti speak what is called common in the south. The Volta Region and the northwestern part of Togo (the neighbor) is dominated by the Ewe language.
The trip to Tamale was relatively relaxed. The roads were very dusty, so we usually have to leave the windows and with the travel bag between the legs we sat not very comfortable. It was one of the more pleasant trips. Here and there we saw again burning bushes by the roadside and some people went through a shower of rust flakes.
The more we approached Tamale, the better were the streets and the faster it went ahead.
Finally arrived, we were very surprised at Tamale. We had our run down and poorly presented, as the north of Ghana is a lot poorer than the south. were contrary to our expectations, there were nice houses, the roads were good and there were curbs. The traffic situation in the center was compared to Accra very quiet and orderly.
A passenger who has traveled the same route of Yeji to Tamale is help us find a hotel was. As in Akosombo we walked from hotel to hotel and the prices were more expensive, instead of cheap. The sun was burning mercilessly down on us. The further one is in the north, the hotter it gets. In the end, we have the passenger, named Rebiu to be invited and said that we can stay with him for nothing. Rebiu was only 19 years old, but his father has built a new house near the center, where we could spend the night. It was just a shell and we slept on a mattress on the floor, but all we needed. Rebiu accompanied us the rest of the day on our exploration. We have the inner city, the market and the cultural viewed. In the cultural, there was not really much to see. It is more of an artists' market for tourists. Otherwise, we talked a lot and he told us something about the Ghanaian Muslims, since he himself is one, like most people in northern Ghana. It was also interesting people gathered at certain times in courts of houses or shops (standing, bowing, kneeling and bobbing) to pray to see.
Finally, we have invited him to dinner in a Fufubar. It was actually a real fast-food restaurant, as I have not often seen in the south. In the dark we are now running through the streets of tamales. Everywhere there were small stalls and pedestrian zones were no less fully than during the day. The city had a very atmospheric nightlife and you have always felt very safe (which was of course to our Ghanaian accompaniment).

counter later in the evening provided us Rebiu his family in the old house before. You have to say it was an extended family. We met the parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and a dozen children. Since we have all these people were a little too much, Rebiu brought us into his room. It was relatively comfortable, had a mattress next to another bed. He was even holding a small black and white television on which he had run a DVD with hip hop music videos. Against later his cousin past and made us company. She was just visiting there, because she studied in Washington (city in northwestern Ghana). You could tell her immediately that she studies, for they spoke very good English. At first we were a little confused, because it was us when his wife presented (eng wife). As it turned out, the cousin in the culture as a "wife" is called. Her name was Rebiu. Wait a minute, said he is not so! But, also ... they are both called the same - even more confused! The family is not typical, Ghana Muslim family. They have a Nigerian immigrant and are members of the Hussars. As we Rebiu, so the woman said she was married to her for 23 years before been. This made us somewhat puzzled and she moved out after a while that it was then forced to marry at 14 - and a 35-year-old. When she was 18, she has a divorce, which had serious consequences. She was banned from one side of her family and disinherited. Free from constraints, it has made up the senior high school and started studying it. This is for a Muslim woman in these countries is very exceptional.

The body shop, where we stayed was, although mosquito-free since we have turned on mosquito incense, but quite warm at night. The mattress was indeed broad, but still a bit tight for three people. The next Day was really just the fact of waiting for the bus to Larrabanga. Like so many times when you held out for hours with the saying "any moment from now" (~ every moment from now) ...

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PICTURES: From Yeji to Tamale
PICTURES: Tamale

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My round trip to Ghana (Part 2) - Volta tour

From Akosombo on Lake Volta to Yeji:

arrived in Akosombo, we went from hotel to hotel, in the To get a better hope the next room. We had to find that the price of accommodation in this city on average was four times as high as in smaller towns. Akosombo is a richer city, influenced by the dam, the Lake Volta is. The Lake Volta is the largest reservoir in West Africa and is responsible for almost the entire power supply in Ghana. For this reason, the roads to western standards and even have a sidewalk. In the entrances of the residential areas are beautiful cars and trash on the roadside are a rarity. The next day we have
killed at the landing time, until the barriers flying off at last and we were able to ferry. Before we were allowed on board, a dozen men have made the military on the upper deck of the ferry place. Each was armed with a heavy assault rifle. As I found out later in the interview, they were in no serious mission. The ferry was in very good condition and had a first, second and third grade. We were allowed to the military on the upper deck, in the first grade, friend, what it meant for us anyway, to sleep on the floor. The second class was on the lower deck. There, the passengers had to get in a lounge on benches, a place to sleep. Most slept half sitting up. The third class was in the back outside. There were large wooden boxes next to the charge, in which they considered the passengers to sleep.
top in first grade, it was relatively quiet. The soldiers were nice and have a conversation with one. Funnily enough, was also at the same time, with the same ferry is Friend of ours on the road. This friend, named Ollie, is on your own here in Ghana. He met by chance in Germany someone in Ghana is building a hotel there and he can practically give other accommodation. He used this chance. The ferry ride was one of his recent trips to Ghana, before he returned to Germany. He is almost at the same time as we arrived volunteers, so he was half a year here.
Just before the dawn rode the ferry going at last. Since we had established at the rear of the deck, the engine noise was relatively noisy. But it was no problem to talk. At the departure point was the Lake Volta narrow and could the other side look good. The further we drove, the worse was the view. The Harmattan could all vanish in the haze. We saw a few fishermen with small boats cross the lake before it was finally dark. For an hour or two left to burn on the deck still light it and follow it was very dark and it was as it were forced to sleep. The banks were now far away and you could only see the lights of the lighthouses and the occasional fire in the woods.
The next morning we were woken by the sun's first rays. Shortly after we had the first of several intermediate stops. There were goods loaded and unloaded, got some added, others left the ferry. From then on there it about every two hours a stopover. The farther north we got, the drier, the countryside and the poorer places on the shore. The soldiers had already left us now and there was plenty of deck space. Some passengers came up, something to grab air and a few Muslims to pray on a carpet to Allah.
Up front on the deck could be seen from above the action in the third grade. In a corner just below the upper deck was a secluded place where retired people who wanted to silence her. Of course they have not noticed that people look down from above. Some have taken to smoking, others wanted to share secrets and talk undisturbed and once came a mother and her child has had to make in the corner (because the toilet was probably busy). The whole seemed like a theater on a grand scale before and has contributed a lot added to the atmosphere on the ship. After another beautiful sunset in the evening we arrived in Yeji. The navigation on the pier was one of the highlights of this Reise.Wir have been looking locally for a cheap hotel, and soon found one. The price was average but the room was very run down. It was probably the shabby hotel room of our trip. For one night it was unbearable. The next day we went to Tamale, the capital of the north.
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Images: Akosombo and Volta Tour (1 / 2)
Images: Volta Tour (2 / 2)