The currency here is Ghana Cedi
(symbol GHC, pronounced see-dee), which exchange for GHC2.02 per USD as of 7
August 2012, so prices in cedis are about double the value in dollars. Their
cents are called pesewas (symbol p, pronounced pehs-wahs). The currency was
converted on 1 July 2007 from old Ghana cedies to new Ghana cedis, where 1 new
cedi is worth 10,000 old cedis. Still, some people will say their price is 90,000
when they mean GHC9; oddly enough, prices that include pesewas, such as GHC1.5,
are always told as "1 cedi 50 pesewas" and never "1 50".
Everyone here carries vodaphone,
glo, airtel, or mtn phones, and all four providers distribute crates, carts,
and umbrellas to street vendors, so their logos are everywhere. Our phones are
pay-as-you-go; minutes are sold as GHC2 - GHC10 scratch-off cards that you can
find anywhere and will give you about 5 minutes of talk (even internationally)
per GHC, so it's about 10 cents a minute. The volunteer who used the phone
before me signed up for a GHC2/month program that doubles every credit I add,
so I get to make calls for 5 cents/minute.
As for water, everyone here
drinks 500mL bagged water, which comes in packs of 30 for GHC1.5, or 5
cents/liter. We were skeptical at first, but it's surprisingly easy to dump
them into empty water bottles (which are GHC1.5 for 1.5L) or to drink them
straight once you get the hang of ripping the plastic open with your teeth.
The van was scheduled to arrive
at 8am, but we soon discovered "8am pickup" here means "the
driver will arrive at some point between 8 and 10am, but expect you to be ready
to go regardless". Welcome to GMT: Ghanaian Mean Time. We arrived at the
first outreach site to discover that everyone was at the funeral of the local
chief, so the outreach was cancelled. Instead, we walked for an hour along the
main road of the village and stopped to watch a football game. After driving
and wandering around for almost 5 hours, we finally got lunch, which for most
of us was banku (fermented dough in a spicy soup) at Chris's Cafe. When we
arrived at the hotel, the driver told us he would take us to dinner at 6pm, so
we took a walk in the village nearby until then. An hour later, Brian discovered
there was a terrace on the roof, so we had drinks there until Frank came up at
8pm to tell us the driver had fallen asleep, so there would be no dinner. We
stayed up with Frank until around midnight instead.
Meals here don't seem to be a
regularly-scheduled sit-down affair like in the US. Breakfast is often skipped
because every hotel serves the same white bread, thin omelette, and nothing
else; lunch is normally either non-existant or consists of snacks bought from
street vendors; dinner is eaten if we can successfully get out into town, and
many places only serve three dishes: jollof rice, banku, and fufu. Thankfully,
I brought enough chips, crackers, protein bars, and dried fruit to cover lunch
and some breakfasts for three weeks, and it looks like I'll need it.
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