Well.

What I do know is that I can walk outside of our hostel and within 100 meters find numerous small shops and stalls selling fried chicken and fried fish, but it takes a few hundred meters more to find any sort of cookie or cracker. Just a little difference I've noticed...

I think the most unbelievable things I've encountered thus far are the Ghanaian people, and the Ghanaian traffic system.

The people are some of the friendliest I have ever met. For example, yesterday Levi and I were in Adabraka, in central Accra, trying to find a restaurant that was recommended to us by our handy guide book. We were a little lost, (and by a little I mean we had no idea where we were), so we stopped to ask someone. He then pointed us in the direction of another man. We were a little hesitant at first to follow, as we didn't know where we were going and he also spoke very little english.

Eventually we made it to a market... where there were a ridiculous amount of people. Every way you turned, there were just swarms of people. Many people were buying different things, from paintbrushes to super glue to shoes to razors, and it seemed like even more were selling an immense variety of items.

Anyways, after the 30 or so minute walk, the man led us to a tro-tro, or mini-van type thing, in the middle of the market, that fit about 15-20 people. We were told he would take us to the place we had wanted to go... So we gave the driver 20 pesewas (about 14 cents), and thanked the man who led us to incredibly crowded sight. I had never seen so many people congregated in one place... except for Camp Randall. We offered the man who went so far out of his way to help us a few cedis (1 or 2 dollars), and he would not accept. This seems to be the way of the general Ghanaian population.

Traffic on the other hand, is not nearly as friendly. We don't pay much for the 30-45 minute taxi rides we've been on, maybe $5 at most. However, these aren't like normal taxis. Often times you see cars 4 across on a 3-lane highway or road, with motorcycles weaving in between. I've never heard so many horns being honked in my life. Those walking and biking definitely do NOT have the go-ahead here, as they usually do in the United States. Instead, if you hear a horn, you better get out of the way.

The roads are not great, but better than I had expected. High speeds, inconsiderate driving, and apathy towards all pedestrians make many rides feel like I'm at an amusement park. Our drivers have been very helpful though- one pulling over to use a phone three times last night (since we really had no idea how to get back to our hostel).

Things are starting to become more familiar, and being at the University in the next week will help, too.

We don't go more than a few feet without being honked or shouted at by passing vehicles. All we do is smile and wave, though, knowing it's just everyone being friendly. We do sort of stick out... actually, we stick out a lot.

Kids smile and grab our hands, and we respond with a 'hello' and an even bigger smile.

I could go on and on, but it's only been three days... I know there will be plenty more wonderful things to write about soon.