Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Akwaaba! You Are Welcome.


Since I walked out of the Kotoka International Airport at Accra almost one month ago on January 6, I have definitely felt Welcomed. "You are welcome," is a common phrase that you say to someone here in English. It is a translation from Twi, an Akan language widely spoken in Accra and around Ghana. "Akwaaba," therefore literally means that you are welcome to this place.

Cedis and Pesewas

It has been almost a month since I arrived in Ghana. On January 5, I packed as fast as I could, ran out of my house to the airport, and flew ten hours across the Atlantic to Ghana. I was a little more nervous this time leaving since it will be the longest time I will be abroad. Yet, I still was packing last minute. All the rush was kind of a nice distraction from all of the eager feelings of anticipation. It wasn't until my last hour when I was standing in line at Wal-Mart Pharmacy buying a 6 month supply of Malaria pills that I realized, "Shit! I am going to West Africa!!"




Ghana is a very unique place. For the first week I was here, I felt more like I was in Africa than Ghana. More specifically, I really felt like I was in sub-Saharan Africa. That may sound strange and might not make sense, but it's how I felt. I was seeing things that reminded me of the Africa that was always presented to me in popular media and public representations (and mis representations for that matter). Hectic traffic, bustling underdeveloped city centers, black Africans, poor African children jumping in front of my camera lens, shantytown and slums filled with poor young kids and adolescents playing soccer, small villages with mud thatched huts and nude villagers, slight signs of modernity next to old and outdated colonial architecture, hints of a rising and developing economy in city centers, bribing of police officers. . . These were my first impressions. I could have been anywhere in sub-Saharan Africa for all I knew. I was unaware of what Ghana is and where the divide between African and particularly Ghanaian lies.



Adinkra Stamping Village - Important Ghanaian symbols imprinted on kente cloth.

Kumasi Traffic

palm nuts! Used for palm oil, a MUST in Ghanaian food

I traded this girl my pen for a photo. Interesting. . .

The typical reaction from kids


Kakum Canopy Walk, Ashanti Region





Then it all started becoming Ghana to me. After arriving, I went to a small hostel on the beach in Accra. I was dropped off in what looked like a small slum neighborhood in Accra, only to find out that the hostel was a part of that neighborhood. After a very sweaty and dusty first night, I awoke early to jump aboard a 5 hour bus (that was 2 hours late) and two hour taxi across the southern coast of Ghana to the Western Region in search for a beautiful isolated beach near the village of Akwiida. I spent four days on an isolated beach that stretched miles in both directions to the plush green Ghanaian jungle. It was a nice way to dive into a new place and get over the cold Ohio winter I just came from (It was around 12 degrees when I left Cleveland, and about 95 degrees I got to Ghana). The most intriguing thing was how different the culture was here in Western Ghana then back east in Accra where I would be studying the rest of the semester. For example, most people speak Fante and a few other languages that are not spoken in Accra. It was a preview into the complexity of Ghana.



Coming back to Accra about a week after arriving in Ghana, I joined up with 26 other Americans from the University of California and so began my study abroad in Ghana. It was interesting to see the reactions and first impressions for students who just got off of the plane after being here for a week. I had already traveled across Ghana, learned a few Twi phrases, shopped around the markets, figured out transportation and even had my first "tro-tro" experience.  I was skeptical about doing another study abroad since I mostly just wanted to come to Ghana to do my own thing and pursue some possibilities of projects and research. But, right away the program seemed pretty legit. We had a two week long orientation that included hanging out with Ghanaian students, learning about and eating awesome Ghanaian food, touring the campus, visiting slave forts in Central Region, traditional African dance lesson, learning about the role of traditional chiefs and Asante culture in Ghana, going out in the big cities of Accra and Kumasi, a canopy walk through the rainforest, feeding monkeys, learning Twi, swimming under waterfalls in the Volta Region, learning about Ghanaian society through a roundtable conference, cooking lessons, managing and bargaining at the markets and going to the beach! I felt like I got my money's worth so far. My room is a little shanty, but it will be really interesting to live in a hall with all other Ghanaian students!



Right now I am still trying to get established and figure out my place in Ghana. I am trying to get a project started with photography with youth in a local shantytown, but things are moving slow. I am also trying to navigate my way through classes and registering at the University of Ghana. I am super intrigued by certain uniquely Ghanaian themes though, like Christianity in Ghana, the role of chiefs and practices of chieftaincy throughout Ghana, the layers of identity in Ghana -from national to regional to tribal, the impressive reduction in poverty over the past two decades, sanitation issues in urban areas, environmental and wildlife degradation in Ghana, the role of dancing and celebration in social affairs, and so much more! Right now though, all I really want to do is learn fluent Twi, become a professional African dancer and figure out the food culture of Ghana (including how to cook it all!)!!

my new dance teachers

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Christmas Day Reflections on India

December 25, 2010



It is Christmas Day. I am sitting in a warm sweater, jeans and two pairs of socks feeling toasty from the burning furnace heat and typing under the glow of red and green Christmas decorations. Behind me is a window that exposes the yule-tide spirit of Christmas snow blanketed across the ground; the cold air fogging up the window as it meets the warm heat from inside my Mom's house.  I am back in Ohio, finished with my final semester at Berkeley, and celebrating the new-age Christmas of Coca-Cola Santa Clauses and shopping like a maniac to get everyone the perfect gift. It is the Christian holiday that celebrates the remembrance of a miraculous birth of Christ. India has never seemed so far away as it does right now. . .

I physically got back from India about four months ago after three months of living in the subcontinent. I mentally arrived about two or three months later, and I am still feeling slightly culture shocked by the lack of spicey food, constant car honks and upfront aggressive bargaining. On the verge of yet another departure, I am still in reflection mode of thinking about what happened to me this past summer in India. I haven't updated my blog in awhile as I started to really become immersed in thoughts of what India is and what my experiences were telling me. I also tried to focus more on being present rather than being too in my head and analytical on what was happening. By the time I got back to Berkeley, my mind became quickly involved with spending time enjoying my last semester with people I loved and getting to know my brand new co-op life inside of a crazy house called Lothlorien. It was also filled with a busy schedule and taking random North American adventures! It was a privileged semester for for sure, but I balanced it out with working hard.

When I got back from Orissa, I got right to work to finish my internship with Tata and to begin traveling. I had a little more of a grasp of what it was that I wanted to accomplish, but at this point was just trying to get my project done with the little resources and time that I had. By the end of my time in Jamshedpur, I began to feel connected to a few people and some communities that I was visiting more often in the rural areas. I had never expected to spend so much time in rural India, lost amongst heavy traditions and ways of life that I had no idea how to relate to. Yet, my last week or so, I ended up getting to know the village of Murkum outside of J-pur a little better through some amazing young guys involved with their local RISHTA projects that motivated me to put myself out there more. In lieu of the world cup, I actually played my first big soccer game with them that totally kicked my butt! It was great. The last few weeks were spent wrapping up my internship with my closing presentation and report creation. It was a very good lesson to learn how working with an NGO may go, but also how to do things like collect and compile data, conduct proper field research and try to communicate my recommendations and where I am coming from to a big company. I was a little bitter towards the end and during the process of making my report as I began to see all of the gaps of the internship. I had a visitor from Berkeley come to evaluate my experiences. She was so surprised at where I was, since she could not fly in or out of the state of Jharkhand due to warnings and dangers of Moaist activity constantly breaking out. It was crazy to feel myself in the middle of these conflicts stirring so much attention. It was even crazier to feel the sharp contrast between peasantry life and the pervasion of capitalism upon all areas. Either way, my visitor Puneeta from the Center for South Asian Studies at Berkeley reminded me of what Jharkhand looks like coming from outside. Leaving became slightly difficult as I built so many close relationships with some really amazing and beautiful people from Jamshedpur and began to see the beauty of the state. I had to leave my new great friend Mini behind as well as she began to settle more into India as her new home. I tried to do everything I wanted to do before leaving, including hiking around a national forest, and then took off on a train to Kolkata. I was split between wanting to stay and completely ready to leave. I do miss that guest house with all that amazing food though. . .







The last few weeks began back in Mumbai with the rest of the interns. After two months, Kate, Marie, Neda and I found ourselves back at the same hostel we stayed in when we first arrived in India. It was so weird to see them and feel how India had affected each one of us. I just kept wondering how different our experiences have been the two months in between. Kate had been in the mega city of Dehli and Neda and Marie were in the most isolated and rural area of Mithaipur. After our very official final presentations at the Bombay House with Tata and an uber-formal book release at the Taj Hotel in Colaba, we were set free to India for our remaining time. I got to meet up with awesome friends from Berkeley and the HMS group and finally had a crazy fun dancing night out that I had been craving after two months in Jamshedpur. It reminded me of how much I love Mumbai with all of its dynamic extremes. After a two days, Marie and I headed together through the south--going to Pune, on to Bangalore, to Mysore, Kodaikanal, then Kochi and finally Alleppey. This trip through India was a little different as I was able to stay with friends living in Pune, Bangalore and and in Kerala, feeling more closely connected to some Indians. It was incredible to have such amazing hospitality and Indian guardian angels look out for me while traveling. Our friend Shreyes from Bangalore set us up with a nice place in Mysore as well. The most memorable moments were: delicious Maharashtrian thalis with Mugdha (my favorite food in all of India); the modern streets and settings of Bangalore with sprawling temples and a massive sized Shiva statue; the easy bargaining, smiling faces and impressive palace of Mysore; the breathtaking views and cool air of Kodaikanal; and the amazing Keralan private beach with a palm tree forest, vibrant green rice patty fields and moseying boathouses through Keralan backwaters.

The trip was not all perfect all the time, but as I sit here on a snowy cold Christmas day in Ohio, I am slipping back into memories of the ubiquitous beauty that always enchanted me about India. It is a place of extremes, and a place that is intense for a Westerner like me; yet it such is a unique place unlike any other I have seen, and I am glad I got to spend a whole summer of my twenties there. Until next time India. . . chalo!

Best of the end. . .





Thursday, December 2, 2010

Vamos a Mexico

The funny thing about Mexico for me is how close it is. With all the travel I have been able to do lately, the most of Mexico I have seen before a month ago was still limited to Baja California! In my San Diego years, I spent so much time in Tijuana and got really into Mexican-US politics. It amazed that such a different place was right there, like two neighbors with so much in common, yet so entirely contrasting to each other. My times in TJ are some of the most beautiful moments I remember about that period of my life, moments that are the reasons themselves for why I eventually decided to travel so much more after leaving San Diego.
A quick stop in San Diego at the Vine before heading toTJ!

At the TJ airport, headed to Oaxaca!

But, I could never find time or opportunities to travel there. Between all my new adventures in India, intense semesters at Berkeley, and trotting around South America, I had to keep deferring the wonder of what else Mexico has beyond it's northern border. Finally, my friend Nadia Espinoza, la mexicana that opened up my eyes to her country, and I decided that we had to act quick and go way south before I left Berkeley and North America again for my upcoming 6 months in Ghana. We took 10 days and headed to Oaxaca, Chiapas and the Yucatan.

This was our schedule:

November 19: SFO - SD. Hang out in my old hood Ocean Beach for the day!
November 20 2am: TJ - Oaxaca
November 20 - 22: Oaxaca
November 22 - 24: San Cristobal de las Casas
November 24 - 26: Chiapas
November 26 - 28: Merida
November 29: Merida - DF - Guadalajara - Tijuana - San Diego - SFO!
Oaxaca
A nice snack from Oaxaca
Handstands with Robinson
We ate these crickets!
So good with some lime and chile!

Mezcal de Oaxaca!!
EL MEXICO. Wow es la única cosa que puedo decir. Los sabores, la gente, las vistas, los colores, las ruinas, la natura... Todo me hizo sentir como yo estaba en otro mundo tanto lejos de los Estados Unidos. Con una maniera local muy única, con una cultura demasiado agradable y que se da la bienvenida, y con una historia impresionante y aun visible fiscalmente -- no podría parar a pensar porqué no vine más pronto.
San Cristobal de las Casas
San Cristobal de las Casas
The trip was the most incredible 10 days that I have ever experienced. I wanted it to be way longer of course -- I imagine backpacking for months down there, or living for awhile in a Chiapas -- but I was already skipping classes and work at Berkeley and stretching a 4 day Thanksgiving vacation! I was just amazed at how beautiful everything was. The entire time, I could not believe that I was only a 5 hour flight from San Francisco. That is how long it takes for me to get to Ohio! And probably the same price. We explored Oaxaca for awhile. One of the greatest surprises was having my friend Ryan Robinson meet us up after 3 months in Brazil. It was perfect to have him since I missed him a lot my last semester at Cal! After so much mole, Mezcal and handstands in Oaxaca, we checked out a really beautiful and cool little city of San Cristobal de las Casas and got lost in all of its colorful winding street. We took a day trip and explored a small village indigenous village with a really interesting church. There were religious ceremonies happening that involved a mixture of indigenous beliefs with Catholicism. A lot of the customs reminded me so much of Hindu rituals in India. 
Indigenous Church
Tacos . . . Oh my god Mexican food is soo good!
Next stop was Chiapas. This place is one the most gorgeous places I have ever seen in my life. In one day, you can see incredible waterfalls, hike the jungle, encounter crazy screaming monkeys, see Palenque pyramids and sleep in a hut within a rainforest. Misol Ha waterfall was one of my favorite experiences. I have never been able to swim under a waterfall that strong before, with the water running so deep underneath me. 
Palenque Pyramids

Palenque
The city of Palenque
Misol Ha - First visit
Misol Ha, Chiapas - Second Visit
Misol Ha, Chiapas
Our house in Chiapas

It was hard to beat Chiapas. Then we got rerouted since our flight's got screwed up. We had to head to Merida to catch a flight back to Berkeley on time before we got thrown out! Merida was a really beautiful surprise though. It was like stepping into a Mexican version of Europe. Salsa in the street at nights, romantic patio restaurants around the main Zocolo, gorgeous architecture. Not to mentions it was on the Yucatan, so there were plenty of beaches to visit. We arrived right in time for Thanksgiving, and luck behold Merida was famous for it's turkey! This is the only place outside of Canada and the USA where I found turkey so prevalently! For the big T-giving dinner, we sat down and ate some amazing tostadas del pavo. Wow.... I would go back just for that right now! The last stop were these "cenotes" or caves about an hour car ride and a 40 minute manual train ride away. Jumping from 30 feet high into clear blue fresh water at the bottom of epic looking caves. . . need I say more?
Progreso Beach, Robinson and I 
Merida
Tostada de pavo
Merida! 
Cenotes
Rickshaw ride back to Merida
Mexico City DF Subway
Gudalajara
Gudalajara
The best part of all the trip was that I was finally able to practice Spanish again. It was so weird to be in a place where I could speak to language. It had been too long. . . I was already addicted in 10 days!  This was the perfect end of the semester and my time at Berkeley for me. Now I know that I don't have to go to far to be amazed. Mexico is still one of my favorite places in the world. Gracias a Mexico!!