We are all Ghanaian now..

The last post about snowzilla is about 3 months late; I wrote it in January 2016 and forgot to hit publish 🙂

This post is of more recent vintage. 

My organization works in northern Ghana and I’ve had the pick to travel there multiple times over the past year. I love Ghana, and the Ghanaians I’ve met have been good to me. I see many similarities with life in India that I feel at home, be it on the streets of Accra or the dusty playgrounds of Tamale (see pic above). There is an air of curiosity in Ghanaians and it reveals itself in myriad ways – on conversations on American politics with taxi drivers (they all tune into BBC world), request for more focus on self-reliance in our support, sports (see football above), etc etc

That’s all I want to say… Ghana is lovely!

Hasta la vista!

Where in the World is Carmen… Er, the Prodigal Son!

Oh boy, do I have adventures to fill a blog, if I had one.. Wait a minute!

Over the last year, I’ve worked in Uganda and Ghana, traveled for 30 hours to the Philippines to present at an hour long panel discussion, met people of all colour, race, nationality, and ethnicity, wrestled with crocodiles on the Zambezi.. Okay, last one is not true except in my dreams

Recently, I was stuck on French-speaking Dakar because “Snowzilla” hit the east coast and grounded all flights to DC. and came to discover and fall in love with another city in Africa, despite not speaking the language (unless you consider bad hand signs as a language). 

Dakar had its own version of “Snowzilla”, though it should be more accurately described as “Sandzilla” – the Harmattan, the name given to sand storms that blow in from the Sahara, on their way to the Gulf of Guinea. I was lucky to experience the food me flavours of Dakar. Thank you, Lady Luck!

The Harmattan dogged my trail on my current visit to Ghana. I was headed to the northern region’s capital of Tamale (a region is the same administrative unit as a state in other countries). The Harmattan looks like this:

Most airlines ground their fleet because the sand reduces visibility. On my way in to Tamale from the capital Accra, my flight was the latest flight of the day before the sand forced the airlines to stop flights. On my way back the Friday next, the morning flights were cancelled, but our lone 4.40 pm flight was given the go-ahead! Thank you, Lady Luck!