A Weekend in Pictures

I don't recall all of the bits of my weekend, but I have some pictures.  So I'll narrate the following:

I went for a walk through the neighborhood by the hotel.  I find that walking is the best way to experience real Ghana.  There was a funeral going on.  They put up these giant banners of people who have "Gone to Glory" and decorate the light poles with black and white cloth.  They also celebrate by playing very loud music and dancing.  The following morning at 6:30am there was a parade with the loudest drums and brass horns that were the conclusion of the funeral.

I happened to be walking right as the primary school was being let out.  They thought I was the coolest.  They all shouted, "Abroni!" and shook my hand.  One small group of junior high aged boys told me that I was "very white, very VERY white."  Truth.

When one says that God is watching down on us, one usually does not mean quite this literally.  This was the roof of one of our taxis:

 I go to KFC to get over-salted fries, chicken that isn't too spicy, a Coke Light and 30 Mb of free wifi.  I get all of this for just under $4:

We went to visit one of Zak's good friends Ahmed, his wife, Aisha, and this cutie, Laila:

We drove past the golf course.  There were ASIANS at the driving range!  It was beautiful!  It could have hosted this year's US Open with fewer complaints.

I had the hotel do my laundry.  This is how they dry things.  They dry the hotel towels on the barbed wire.  That explains a few of those holes.