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So the driver yesterday works for some VIPs and takes people to jail. That is why we saw the handcuffs! He also had several sirens and red and blue lights that he could turn on when he wanted to pass someone!

This is a video from last night. There is a song that I missed about waterpolo and Asante and I laughed that I had to come to Ghana to see waterpolo and that I should sing the song to former CHS coach Randy Burgess!

After the depressing history of lesson we were on our way to a school that some of the kids went to that were on the waterpolo team. It was started by a Brit, then he went bankrupt and another guy took it over. There are 500 high school kids. It was a special day of contests and fun so they were dressed in all red, yellow, blue or green.

We had a quick tour, met the young female directors from England and Australia and some of the kids. The home ec department made us some Ghanaian food consisting of chicken, red rice, a salad and some yummy hot sauce.

The princess of Monaco sponsored the pool.since my son was a Lacrosse kid, I had never been to a water polo match. The kids, boys and girls practice a couple times a week after school. It was impressive to see how the kids actually listened and learned as the coaches taught them new things.

I can really see how this program will benefit so many kids. It seems that people in Ghana are ambitious and want to success. They just need a little help.

I tried to take some slo-mo pics to see the activity on the side of the road.

Everyone was talking about going to the Peace Tree after practice. I had no idea what that meant. It was the tree in front of a house of two of the students with a very friendly, and generous dad. He wanted to make farm to table food for us and have us try his Palm wine. The wine tasted a little like sake and was even better with some Guinness in it, really! After a long wait, because he wanted everything hot, we had fried plantains, fish and salsa.

Then the singing began!

I am in Overwhelm mode! Is that a word? I am numb, stunned and exhilarated. Again I apologize for spelling, grammar and any other errors. When I write this blog, I am usually tired, have poor internet, dim light or drinking, mostly all of the above and tonight is no exception.

Coffee and breakfast to start.

Asante ordered a driver and car for the day. I didn’t know why, but I do now. He was to pick me up at 8 but he was delayed because of an interview. Publicity is very important for the cause. I always except everything in Africa to be delayed as I said before. No worries. I didn’t really know the plan of the day, but again Trust is important in Africa.

As I got in the Toyota Land Cruiser, I was happy to feel the AC. I noticed some handcuffs. Hmmm. We started to drive and at some point I heard that it was a 2-3 hour journey and some of it would be on dirt roads! The drive was treacherous, dodging other cars, passing on the right and left, crazy but it seems to work!

We were headed to the Cape Coast Castle. This is where future slaves were held until the ships came in. They were called castles to entice the Europeans that it was a prestigious place. They were under constant attack because competing countries wanted to take over the castles and thus take the slaves. The castles are 360 years old. They were bright and airy compared to the dungeons below. Conditions in the holding cells were horrific. Men and women. were separated. They had only a tiny window. No ventilation, no latrines, no clothing, no blankets and many were chained together. Those not thought to live were in a separate place left to die. Women were chosen and raped at will. Excrement was several feet deep. Pretty brutal.

When the ships come in the Africans walked through to Door of no Return, never to return to Africa. Survival rate to American was 60%, which I doubt that it was that high.

We had a quick refreshment in a cafe that 360 years ago was the kitchen.

Then a walk to see someone Asante wanted to meet but he wasn’t there. It was an expat hangout and beautiful

Recycling at its finest. These are tires!

Waterpolo tomorrow!

The whole reason that I am here is to see what The Rotary Club of Coronado and I can do with Asantes dream and project.

The boys that I just met have been vetted from the beaches. The beaches is where many homeless people live. Some kids attend schools. There are many single families with just one parent trying to eke out a living, selling something, fixing something or some other. Most look industrious. Most look happy. I don’t see evidence of drug use, but it is here. I see a few beers later in the day.

Even though, they live right on the beach many are afraid of the water, even the fisherman. Drowning is a major cause of death.

Several years ago Asante swam out in the ocean and attracted the attention of some boys. He asked if they knew how to swim. They didn’t. He asked if they wanted to learn and they did. After a few lessons they found a pool, continued to swim and then he taught them waterpolo, a sport that Asante excelled at, as in Silver medal Olympiad. Other boys took notice and wanted to be a part of the group. This was after school, weekends and holidays. They were expected to go to school.m if they wanted to learn to swim and play waterpolo. This also meant that they might get to travel and compete with other teams and maybe go to the Olympics!

But pool time costs money. Of course these boys did not have money. At some point, girls were allowed to learn to swim too.

We talked with the boys. Mostly Asante since they were so shy. Maybe they never met a white woman before. They all shook my hand. We took some group pictures

To get to the beach we walked through a kind of artist area, many textiles! The colors were gorgeous. I wanted to buy many of the paintings too, but I am traveling light.

The paths are littered with rocks, glass, garbage and dog feces. People are trying to sweep it up. Pot holes are filled with muddy water. Asante knows everyone. I am learning the secret handshake! Ha Ha.

My mind is reeling as how to help. I observe the slight struts of the boys. You can feel their edge and confidence. You can see the younger boys look up to the older ones in this group. There is respect. I think this is what it all about. This is one way to raise a few out of the same old rut that their parents and neighbors are in. It’s a tiny step but impactful. Coronado did a similar thing with their Safe cards, trading cards of the athletes. A slight elevation, mostly in the kids’ mindset, but something positive.

The kids, with Asante’s coaching, play in water polo matches nearby and they have gone to Brazil. There was a trip planned to Italy but the visas didn’t go through. Remember they needed birth certificates and birth places to fill out the passport forms. That entailed talking with neighbors and family and asking questions, like was there a drought that year, what trees were blooming, who was the president of the US. The boys were asked questions like how do you get to school? On a bike or walking, determining poverty level.

There must be Rotary grants etc to be found to really get this up and running well.

Asante dreams of his own pool and locker room.

At the impromptu music gig, the pictures on the walls were there for environmental awareness the waters are filthy. when the fishermen get fish they have to discard all the plastics and clothing that is mixed in with the fish.

Here are some of the signs in the bar:

A mind evoking day! Dinner at the hotel. Very vivid dreams, awake at 7 to start the day!!

What a day! Slept a little and got ready for the day. Breakfast at the hotel. Ok Buffet.

Our meeting time was 10 am but things happen on African time. I expected that. I am reading several books at the moment. So I was fine reading. Asante picked me up around noon and we headed out. I needed some money. He mentioned that I could get a better rate through a guy he knew. By the end of the day, I realized that he had a guy, or girl for everything. It was indeed a better rate, but it felt a little sketchy walking into a room, past a room, past a shop. I offered a new $100 bill and an old one. I was testing the system. They wanted a new bill and said that I could cash the old one in Zimbabwe. They take anything! Kinda funny.

Then we went to a place that had been a rich persons polo field in the day, not sure what day, but now it was a museum for their former first Prime Minister and the same man was the first President of the country. I learned a lot about him.

Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah was his official name. He was born in 1909, same year as my Grandfather. He helped Ghana, formerly known as The Gold Coast become independent. It had been colonized by the British, hence English speaking. He was quite a visionary, believing in African unification, without violence. He spent time in prison. He was married twice, the second time to an Egyptian woman, to move the country forward with Egypts money, There were five attempted assassinations on his life but he died of cancer. When he was promoting peace in Vietnam and China, a coup d’état ousted him. He died in Romania. The pictures and museum is where his life is honored and laid to rest in the third location. He was moved here after the monument was made. Much more befitting for this man. Much of his work inspired Martin Luther King.

There were called castles for the capturers of slaves, bigger the better, but if you were African, this was the last place that you ever saw in Africa.

Next a little walking around some shopping for the locals and a few tourists. We were waiting for the kids to get out of school.

We didn’t have to wait too long, in came about 8 prepubescent boys. They were shy and cute. A few adults started playing some music. One man tied his body up like a knot. I was so mesmerized that I only have one pic.

I made it! After I got off the plane, I walked to passport control and then someone called my name. He was in uniform and he was the miracle worker. He shook my hand and said to go through passport and then come over by him. I did and then he wanted my passport and the visa on my phone. I waited a minute. He went behind the desk, called me back up, asked for $200 and walked me out! Probably illegal but it worked! Asante picked me up and took me to the hotel. All good. It’s 4 am. The Eagles won and I will be ready at 10 am!!

I am on the plane now to Casablanca. I wish I could see the famous city. I am on Royal Air Maroc. The diversity of people and culture begins. Turbans, burkas and a few like me. Men and children stare at me and women glare. I try not to notice but it’s kind of funny. I smile sometimes.

I was so tired when I boarded the plane. I knew I had a row to myself so I quickly got my pillow out and spread out. I covered by rear end with a scarf. It’s bad enough to point the soles of my feet at someone, I tried to be discrete. I slept like the dead for an hour or so. Then some chicken. No hormones in this chicken, must be African. Tough stuff. This will probably be an eat to live first part of the trip. Not expecting anything exciting to please the foodie that I am.

I think it will be a 24 hour day of flying. Which is a reminder that you can sleep when you are dead! A favorite saying of mine

Interesting that when I went to get my boarding pass, they said I could get one upon arrival! What a waste of time, money and stomach acid.

Boarding soon to Accra.

A few minutes after I arrived at the correct terminal, Asante found a solution! He had a guy that we think can get me a visa today. I booked another ticket. This time to Accra Ghana from London. It’s a 14 hour trip stopping in Casablanca and arriving at 2:50 am. I never could cancel my hotel in Accra so hopefully I only lose one night. Cancelled the cool hotel in Tunis and those flights. Yes, Mom, I lost some money! Ha ha.

The visa should arrive in 10 minutes, if it doesn’t, then I go back to plan B and go to Tunis!

Many people know my most hated song in the world, “You can’t always get what you want….” And today proves it, I hope.

Other cool signs in this restaurant, “To travel is to live.” And “Of all the books in the world, the best stories are found between the pages of a passport.”

Lovely flight Charlotte to London. Too short. Hard to watch a movie, read, eat and enjoy the 180 degree beds all in 7.5 hours.

The configuration has changed again, now some beds face backwards which was a strange feeling.

Asante is working on getting a visa upon arrival. He has connections. But it’s Sunday. So in a couple hours, I will fly to Tunisia. I booked a very old palace that was built in 1620! It has beautiful Islamic architecture. I was smart to just book one night just in case the Ghana visa comes through. Had trouble canceling the Ghana hotel, no response from their virtual assistant. But they do respond for other things. But if I get to go to Ghana, I have three days booked. The driver for Togo and Benin wasn’t happy. At least I didn’t pay him and he doesn’t have anyway to charge a credit card. I did book a three day trip with someone else starting in Togo. The flight to Togo arrives at 2 am so I’ll need to figure that out. It’s hard to book in advance for a hotel that you will arrive so late. Ask me how I know!