Right now I'm sitting in the food court at the Accra mall with 2 full bags of groceries and I couldn't be happier. There's air conditioning AND an actual grocery store! I walked into the cookie aisle and almost started crying of happiness.
All of us volunteers staying in the hills decided to go to the capital this weekend and relax. We're staying at a hotel called the Rising Phoenix Magic Beach Resort. When we booked it, we didn't realize it was a Rastafari resort. But when we got there, I was happy to find a hotel on the beach full of Rastafarians.
Unfortunately in Ghana they don't have any type of garbage pick up system, so everybody either dumps their trash in the ocean, the streets, or burns it. This causes the ocean and the beach to become absolutely filthy, so there's no way to swim in the water behind the resort because of how much trash washes up on shore with every wave. Luckily I've never lived farther than a 10 minute drive from the beach in Chicago, so I don't really care about going to the beach here.
I am finally getting to eat real food, but because of all of the cardboard food I've been eating for the last 2 weeks, my stomach is not agreeing with this real food. My trip to the grocery store should definitely help me adjust though.