Polluted Air and Rasta Men

Today is Saturday. It's 8:00am and it's our last day in Accra. I'm happy. We are currently staying in a really tourist past of Accra and I'm not really fond of it. In a few hours we will be leaving to go to Nkawkaw to begin our first retreat. I'm not to sure what to expect but I guess i shall see when I get there.

Anyways, Accra. We are staying at the Salvation Army Hostel which is quite nice for only costing 5 cedis a night. Our neighbours are football players which is also nice. We spent our first day travelling around to banks before we renewed our visa's and had to give them our passports. Yesterday we went to Keneshi Market which is a pretty intense place. Amanada was looking for a brithday gift for her brother in the village. Aryn and Mark got a weave of dreadlocks put in. I still havn't gotten use to them yet but they are pretty cool. Don't worry mom I didn't get them done. I am Rasta without having dreads. We went out one night for a Ghanian beer to celebrate our time in Accra and we met some Rasta men. They were typical with huge sweet dreads. The one guy let me touch his, they were clean. Anyways we talked with them about Rasta life and the one guy really said some neat things. He said, it's not what goes in you it's what comes out of you. And he always said that in time things will happen. Take it as you like but I enjoyed these pieces of advice.

Anyways that is about all that has happened in Accra, I've eaten rice n' stew for almost every single meal, breakfast lunch and dinner. Probably not the healthiest choice but theres not a lot of options in Central Accra.

Thats all for now.

Peace & Love