the National Museum of Ghana
Another Trotro, I have to ask me through to the National Museum. When I arrive, I am greeted music, clapping and dancing in the forecourt loud, I'm apparently landed in the middle of a party! The celebrants wear black and red, some men have a sarong thrown over the shoulder.
from the museum itself, housed in a futuristic circular structure Glass is beautiful and very informative. The significance of the colorful kente fabrics explains elaborate gold weights of Ashanti in animal form are shown, masks and statues. Ghana has a mystical and fascinating to me . The various ethnic groups are still ruled by a traditional chief, there are secret societies, initiation rites mark the transition into a new phase of life. I take home with many stories like that of Akua, who tied on a wooden doll on the back because she could not bear children. It will therefore be but then became pregnant, and everywhere one looks in Ghana since the wooden Akua-Ba (baby) dolls with big heads. I am shocked before foot, hand and neck chains with which the slaves were tied together . Upstairs are further evidence of the great African cultures, from Egypt to Nigeria-issued. James, an engineer from Ghana, has me even in a couple of cultural specificity, is his home. " What is out there for a party that really there?" I ask for leave. "Party?" Oh, that's a funeral, "I explained. A happy goodbye.
Independence Arch
I'm trying to figure out the bus stop a Trotros to the coast. Felix and Assis, 2 students explain then after a little chat too happy to take me to walk there. Show me first the National Theatre, then we walk through the government district (somehow bring the buildings of the ministries with me the impression that it would be warehouses), I learn a few words in Ga, Twi and Fanti. After the morning shock effect Accra on Saturday afternoon and yet again completely relaxed, I breathe the cool breeze of an ocean. photo shoot before the independence arch: 1957 Nkwame Nkrumah led the country into independence.
I put the feet into the sea, walk a few 100 meters entlang.Ferien on the beach! While the youth as a gateway between two poles still practiced diligently, will be in the big football stage kicked profits are below me. The mood outside the madness that is half the city seems to be on his feet to support their team with a powerful voice and trilling. A sea of yellow, red and green, the national colors of Ghana!
The police, your friend and helper??
I walk on through the government district, taking photos. "Not Allowed.Give me your camera". is at once an armed policeman in front of me and takes me off my digital camera. delete this image is not enough that I could my camera tomorrow by the Bureau pick . My flight to Liberia does not matter or come along tomorrow. I allow myself to start discussions. I will this brazen officials offer no money! Other officials added. A police car stops. The policeman beckons to a taxi driver. I could take my camera, but only if I with the taxi immediately (unheard of for a price) going home, that would be only for my protection. I accept the camera and let the taxi drivers are in bold. No one asks more after the alleged unauthorized photo. After all, 20 I've done in 20 minutes, wasting no money to corrupt Ghanaian police officers. I wave a couple of further punishment for a cheap Taxi approached.
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