Showing posts with label travel health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel health. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2008

And How Does One Prepare for Ghana?


The simple answer for us was: read everything you can get your hands on. Of course reading about palaver sauce and yams will not prepare you to truly know the taste explosion; skimming a paragraph about the spectacle of the ever-present tro-tro (mass transit buses that are a cross between city buses, taxis, and cattle cars!) in the chaos of traffic will not paint enough of a picture to call it your own; and looking at a picture of endless, soft sands and menacing waves of an Ghanaian beach is a poor substitute for the heat on your face and the sand beneath your feet--but the word and the image--moving or still, written or spoken--are all you have from the great, safe, and terrible distance of Canada.

Our reading recommendations would have to include the Bradt guide to Ghana (written by Briggs, a resident of South Africa), which has a somewhat British, orientalist sensibility about it (the cover says it all...as opposed to the more American, where-is-the-nearest-buffet approach to travel) and it can boast the perks of being accurate, reliable, respectful and culturally informed. However, I would have loved to have found a travel book about Ghana (there are few, though it gets good play in guides to West Africa), written by a Ghanaian. Reading about Africa through the colonial lens feels dangerously close to reading about nearly every invaded and/or colonized country and culture of the past five hundred years or so.
Web sites and blogs that were of specific use were those maintained by real people--usually women and usually part of the international community (referred to as the "ex-pat" community but I resent this because I am not an ex-patriot of Canada!) in Ghana. The best of such sources that we came across was by far "No Worries! -- The Indispensable Insider's Guide to Living in Ghana!" (http://www.noworriesghana.com/nw_home/). The site is written by North American women living and working in Ghana and it is a practical and invaluable resource that has proven useful on a daily basis. It has been very good for helping us to ask the right questions of the right people, and to find our way towards answers from one minute to the next. It is mainly because of this site that we knew to bring bug spray, sun lotion, hand sanitizer, school supplies, books, personal care items, a well-stocked first aid kit, electrical adapters, toilet paper (!!!) and specific items of clothing from home. We also knew which schools were good, which supermarket we were likely to shop at, what would be easy to find, what would be hard, how market negotiating worked, where to swim (including the serious dangers) and what it was like to be a white person, or "abruni," in Ghana. All this before we ever stepped foot into Africa.

In addition to these two key resources, we talked with those who had been to Ghana (a couple of Ghanaians and a couple of people who had done mission or other international work) and we watched dozens of videos on You Tube, all with varying degrees of usefulness, though I'm sure each one has resonated in one way or another. In essence, we tried to listen to as many voices as possible, packing our minds and our bags with as much useful material as we could, leaving behind that which was unnecessary or trivial. As a result, we have often said: "Thank goodness we brought that!," rather than: "Why on earth did we bring that?" having said this, we have enough sun lotion and bug spray to coat ourselves (and quite possibly the Ghanaian National Army) for a bush safari each and every day over the next year!!

For a broader sense of Africa, we turned to fiction and to a couple of independent films. The movie Tsotsi is hard to watch, but worth the effort. I just re-read Things Fall Apart by Achebe and it resonated with me in the same way Canadian novels about early contact (from the point-of-view of the "invaded") have. I am currently reading a slim book called Beasts of No Nation by Iweala which is set in an unnamed West African country, and is the first-person story of a child soldier. Before I left, I read Half of a Yellow Sun, a recent and epic novel by Adichie, that captures the varying perspectives on both sides of the Biafran conflict of the late sixties in Nigeria ( a nearby and still unsettled country). As I was packing my hundreds of books for the thrift store (did you just hear the sob all the way in Canada?), I remembered that Margaret Laurence spent time in Africa and wrote extensively about it. Being something of a fan--I have dared to teach The Stoned Angle...er, I mean The Stone Angel a few times and I have read the corny, naughty bits in The Diviners--you can imagine my surprise and delight to discover that she was in Ghana! I will tackle her writings next.

I suppose I should draw this entry to a close before it threatens to become a novel of its own (heaven forbid!). My next entry will likely cover some of the sights of Accra, as we have now explored some of this bustling and remarkable city of more than two million people.

Akwaaba!

Ryan

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Joy is not in things.

Akwaaba!

Okay, so now that the initial thrill of a new life in Ghana has waned enough to make way for the practicalities of actually preparing for, getting to and working in Accra, I’m tired already. Having just returned from three intensive (Carmilla has a different adjective here…something like luxurious or indulgent or lackadaisical) weeks of finishing my M.Ed. in Calgary, I was ready for a little sip of summer before the demands of my new posting fully kick in. What I got instead was a week of being scraped, poked, photographed, prodded, kneaded, baked, billed and bartered with. Please allow me to elaborate lest your imaginations run inappropriately wild (you know who you are!).

I must admit, that much of what I am about to describe is our self-inflicted attempt to feast on Canada before we leave its fair shores behind for an undetermined amount of time. When we moved to England for a year there were more than a few things we pined for (believe it or not winter was one of them!) or regretted not having taken more advantage of (our dental plan springs immediately to mind), and Ghana is not—for better or worse—England!

Prior to my departure for Calgary we did (thankfully) take care of our passports, which was a fun-filled adventure hosted by London Drugs and the passport office in Winnipeg. We are silently hoping that this will not serve as an ominous metaphor for the rest of our journey. After I came back, we had to play “Whose Passport is in the Expresspost Envelope Anyway?” as they arrived one day at a time, in separate envelopes (No worries, your tax dollars are working hard, and sensibly, for you!). We then had to scan all six passports and courier them to Ontario so that they can go to the Ghanaian consulate for Visas. A couple days after we sent them, we received an urgent request for four more passport-sized pictures of each of us (yes, that’s 24 more pics!) for travel and for the consulate. We opted out of official photos, and I did them myself with a digital camera and a pair of scissors. Eat your heart out London Drugs.

One of the first things that we did upon my return, was book full massages in order to milk as much out of my medical plan as possible. There will be more. We also all went to the dentist to abuse…er, I mean, respectfully enjoy my recently minted dental plan. The dentist was gracious enough to anticipate our needs over the next couple of years, and he proceeded to “drill and fill” accordingly. He expressed a general lack of professional faith in the Ghanaian dental system, though I’m sure it will be more than adequate.

Next stop: travel health clinic. I can sum this up by saying “Damned, sterilized, standardized, protected, antiseptic, guarded, safe, Canadian health environment.” Typhoid, yellow fever, meningitis, malaria, hepatitis, and dengue fever are but a few of the charming possibilities that we must immunize ourselves against. This takes about a month in total and the visit to the clinic was just the beginning of service and drug charges (oh yes, times six!). Apparently, any one of us can now drink directly from the watering hole, ingest dung beetles just come from a hepatitis buffet, or sleep naked in the swampy breeding grounds of the mosquito, and we will be just fine. If only this were true…there are no guarantees! Not bad for well over $2000.00, eh?

To close out my first full week back, we decided to have our first garage sale this weekend. We took shifts sorting, carrying, pricing and parenting, and managed to survive three days of moving sale in the heart of garage sale country. We also managed to get entirely too much sun while doing so (Ghana here we come!). Most of what we have is now gone or spoken for, and we have been especially impressed with how readily the kids have given up everything. In fact, they have each opted to bring less than we offered them. We will pack a few comforts (mostly kitchen items and a few pieces of pottery, art, etc.), but we intend to get what we need in Ghana, and to keep it simple. A guiding principle has been the old saying (attributed to Ben Franklin and Richard Wagner): Joy is not in things, it is in us.

Did I mention that we got a call for a house showing that took place immediately following our sale? We pulled it off and while there are no offers on the house at this point, there are still also no regrets.

Take care,
Ryan