Akwaaba

So after The Eventful Journey, the Scots finally arrived in Ghana just 9 hours late to the party! Currently all the volunteers are staying in a big house just north of Accra, it's a lot of fun having everyone together, but it's a bit of a squeeze trying to fit us all into one tro-tro!

On that note I should probably explain a few things about life in Ghana. Ghanaians drive on the right side of the road - although I'm playing it fast and loose with the definitions of the words "drive","right side" and "road". The best (and cheapest) way to get anywhere in Ghana is by tro-tro. Tro-tros are basically very small minibuses, crammed full with people, and are held together solely by the hopes and dreams of the passengers (the "Tro-tro appreciation society" on facebook is utterly perfect in it's representation). Tro-tros - and the Ghanaian population as a whole - have a wonderful attitude to time-keeping: we will leave when we are ready and get there some time after that. This could be frustrating, but as the heat is constantly draining your body, it's a blessing.

The past few days we've been doing some teacher training, and today we visited a school to do some observation. It. Was. Incredible. The day started with the children cleaning the school yard (try doing THAT in Scotland!) and then the whole school crammed into a classroom and started singing at the top of their lungs. The atmosphere was unbelievable. Everyone was clapping and singing and dancing around the room, teachers and pupils alike, so it felt more like a party than a school assembly. I could do nothing but grin as a small boy took me by the hand and showed me how to dance around to the song. I wish my Friday mornings at Douglas Academy had started like that!

It's impossible to describe all that has been happening in the past few days. On Sunday I make the move to Achiase, so life will be even wilder, but I will try and keep you updated.

Hope you're all enjoying the rubbish British weather!