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Wherever you go, airports and backpacker’s hostels will be the same. As will the luxury hotels. Mother needed her caffeine fix, so we went to a place where the chances of getting good quality coffee was high. The five star Mövenpick Hotel. An enormous building in downtown Accra. Outside, the streets are bustling with honkingContinue reading “another manifestation of a globalized world (December 15th)”

Ghana’s National Museum wasn’t a very exciting affair. There were some dusty examples of Ghanean and other West African fabrics, carved wood and metal art, a small exhibition about a Danish slave ship and another showing pictures of young people learning the old traditional dances of Ghana, accompanied by silly texts about how the youngContinue reading “at the National Museum (December 15th)”

The town that eventually would turn into Accra started growing around the harbor called James Port back in the 17th century, and was therefore called Jamestown. Today, Jamestown is one of the poorer neighborhoods of Accra, but it also has plenty of its old houses left. It’s worth a visit, if poverty doesn’t scare you.Continue reading “sight-seeing in Accra (December 14th)”

Mom brought gifts. Swedish crisps. Crazy shit, how happy some salt, saturated fat and flavored carbohydrates can make you.

It felt a bit wrong, the idea of spending another day lying in a bunk bed, sleeping and watching TV shows. I was in a new city, after all. I should do some exploring. So I went out. Took a walk around the neighborhood. And these were my impressions: Every taxi honked at me. WantingContinue reading “a walk in Accra (December 13th)”

[Major spoiler alert, stay away if you’re a Buffy virgin and plan to see it sometime in the future.] I’ve come to the middle of the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The episode where Buffy and Angel have sex for the first time, and Angel becomes so happy that his curse is liftedContinue reading “another TV show rant (December 12th)”

I got up at 4:40 and went to the airport. I got the tickets, the plane was barely half full, went through security, ate a chocolate croissant for my last CFA’s and watched the sun go up. This is the last I saw of Burkina Faso: morning fog. The flight was short and smooth, everythingContinue reading “the globalized world of airports and backpacker’s hostels (December 12th)”

December 9th: Our (what I thought would be) last day in Ouaga, Elli and Helena started by doing yoga by the pool.  We were staying in Christina’s house, a Swedish acquaintance of Helena’s, and Elli and I had been placed in the pool house. It felt funny, in a way, that Elli and I endedContinue reading “last days in Ouagadougou (December 9th-11th)”

I know we’re at my last days in Ouaga, but I just want to tell you: IT’S SNOWING. In Stockholm, tonight, January 6th at midnight, it’s snowing. I just thought you might want to know. Now, back to Ouagadougou in the beginning of December.

For the trip back north, we chose a bus that didn’t require us to change buses in Bobo. Which meant it became a very long trip. Eight hours on the bumpy road. Loud movies, and when they ran out, loud Nigerian music. And a constant honking – almost as if the driver wanted to makeContinue reading “on the road to Ouaga (December 8th)”