During our taxi ride back to Accra, we listened to radio coverage of the 60th anniversary of Ghana’s independence celebrations. Journalists, professors and politicians expressed disappointment about the lack of progress during the last 60 years as a nation. But they also spoke with pride about their home and the Ghanaian people. Once back at…
The Cape Coast Castle was the most horrific historic building I have ever experienced. Situated merely yards from the shoreline, the castle became one of the most prominent slaving forts in West Africa because of its prime location for ships. European trade on the Ghanaian “gold” coast began with the extraction of natural resources but…
After a brief stay in Accra, we had planned to move west along the Gold Coast to Elmina. Ghanaians would typically squeeze into a ten-person van called a bush taxi for this kind of trip. However, on the advice of the hostel owner, the Lundy-Livingston clan traveled to a taxi station in Accra called the…
We crossed the border from Togo into Ghana the most authentic way possible: on foot. Strapped into hefty backpacks, coated in dust and glistening with sweat, our band of bedraggled Midwesterners shuffled through the sand. The ocean wasn’t far from Sean’s apartment and then we followed the coast a short distance to the border. As…
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