Make a right onto Figueroa Street off of 2nd street and the building is on the 2nd and Figueroa. You'll see a SubHub sign with a parking lot (looks like its off on the street). If you get lost, call Jennifer Belcher on her cell.
March 6, 2011 (Day 1)
Today we made it into India. Not knowing what to expect, I went into Chennai with an open mind, hoping for the best. Once the ship was cleared, we took a motorized rickshaw through town to shop/eat. We had the same driver all day, Manni, who was 20. Indians do some type of head bob when they talk which is funny. Apparently its done when they are in agreement with what you’re saying. Later we took a our flight to Delhi. Our journey is only beginning.
March 7, 2011 (Day 2)
Today we woke up for an early breakfast and then headed to see where Gandhi’s ashes were. After visiting that site and taking many pictures, our bus headed on the road towards our 5 hour journey to Agra. Agra is a popular placed filled with many tourists due to the famous Taj Mahal being present in the city.
After eating lunch, we got to see what I had been the most excited to see in India, the Taj Mahal. It was truly remarkable, with a beautiful infrastructure, down to the fine detail used during the 22 years that it took for it to be built. I took several pictures and also some time just to observe it. We got the opportunity to go inside but had to put on shoe covers first.
After visiting the Taj, we headed back to the same restaurant that we ate lunch at. Lets just say that I stuck to the two “N’s “, naan and noodles. Because 4 people on our trip had birthdays within the past couple of days, we celebrated with cake and wine. Some people smoke shisha, but I decided not to since I don’t smoke.
After leaving the restaurant, we headed to the train station with our tour guide. Once we reached the station I knew that the upcoming 12 hours that I’d be spending on this train headed towards Varanasi would be a time that I’d never forget. The train was a sleeper train, meaning there were “beds” throughout each of the cabins on the train. For starters, we all didn’t know where our 38 seats/beds were, so we kind of just got on the train so that we wouldn’t get left. Once on the train, we walked back and forth through the aisle, trying to din some seats that were reserved for us. The majority of the group had gotten separated from my group of about 11.
When we reached our seats, I knew that I would NOT be laying down for the night and lucky if I even got any sleep. Fortunately I had my iPod charged up for my long trip ahead of me. Surprisingly it gets pretty cool at night in India, which I would had never expected. Luckily I decided to pack a jacket at the last minute in my backpack that I’d be living out of for the 4 days away from the ship. I zipped my jacket all the way up, placed my hood over my head and covered my face so that only my eyes were visible from the outside. As far as the sleeping position, I placed my backpack in my lap and held it, resting my head on it and kept it close to preserve the body heat that I had within out cabin. The bathroom was what I envisioned it to be, which was a hole in the ground, with two grips on the floor to place your feet on. I believe that people were trying to figure out if I was Indian because when I unzipped my hood, a couple were staring and then said “aha, I told you” O_o.
As of now we still haven’t reached our destination but have a few hours until noon, which means that we’ll be there soon. I am not surprised that my original hypothesis was right. This would be one night that I’d never forget.
February 27, 2011 (Day 1 and only :(
Today my friends and I did a catamaran cruise, which took us out into the middle of the Indian Ocean. There were drinks for people, music, food, and snorkeling gear. I jumped into the ocean once we finally stopped the boat to snorkel. The water was very clear, and many fish swam below me. The water was very salty, and I surprisingly wasn’t thinking about sharks, which lived in the same water :O The day had been going good until we got back on the ship and found out that a SAS student had almost died from alcohol poisoning. He was taken to the hospital and left in Mauritius. Hopefully this incident will make a lot of the SASers think when they decide to drink because a lot of them are alcoholics and just don’t realize it yet.
February 17, 2011 (Day 1)
We finally made it to Cape Town after a 7 day trip on the ocean. Unfortunately we cannot get off of the ship due to the high winds. We are unable to dock, so we’ll be sailing around wasting time until the next morning. This sucks because we’ll lose an entire day in South Africa but once I get on land I’m going to make the most of it.
February 18, 2011 (Day 2)
We finally were able to get off of the ship! We caught a cab into green market square where the infamous Long Street is. We went around to some shops, through a Botanical Garden, and searched for an MTN (Mobile Talking Network, a cell phone company) SIM card for my phone. Later on that night we ended up going back to Long Street. We went to one bar/club initially that had good music but not many people were there. We then went outside and a local approached me to ask the group that I was with if we wanted to go to the club that his brother from the UK had just opened. Aley and I went to check it out first, and it was cool so we ended up brining a group of about 16 SASers with us inside for FREE!
February 19, 2011 (Day 3)
Today we got to experience wine tasting while on our wineland tour. Originally we were supposed to go on a wineland tour on day 2 but we found out that you have to book the tour one day in advance. We went to four different wineries which consisted of a wine tour/tasting. At one vineyard, there was also a cheese tasting, and a Brandi tasting at another. In between the mid-winery tour, we at lunch which was served with wine :-O I had more wine today than I’ve had collectively in life thus far! I enjoyed the tastings and learned a lot about the making of wine and how to decipher “fine wine”, champagne, and even Rose’.
One thing that I noticed was that at each of the wineries, I was the only black person. As the interport lecturer Rhoda explained to us in my African Politics class, there isn’t much of a middle class, so the rich are rich and the poor are extremely poor. Though Apartheid has ended, it has definitely left South Africa with some scars that are clearly visible. Hopefully they will clear up sooner than later. I find it disheartening how whites could come into South Africa, which is made up predominately of blacks followed by “coloureds” (a term used to describe other ethnic groups that clearly aren’t black and/or blacks that are light/fair in complexion), and have the most wealth, being the minority. There are blacks at the top, but they don’t want to give up what they have in order to bridge the gap of socioeconomic classes. Because Cape Town is very developed and westernized, it’s easy to visit and not see the huge poverty like I observed in Ghana. South Africa has the highest HIV rates in the WORLD and that also didn’t seem apparent.
This is a problem that can be solved, but someone has to take the initiative to change things, which will hopefully be soon before its too late!
February 20, 2011 (Day 4)
Today I went on my safari which I booked through SAS at the Aquila Game Reserve. The bus ride was about 2.5 hours away from Cape Town. This reserve in particular is private, so there weren’t many animals but definitely enough for good pictures :) I was able to spot zebras, lions, leopards, rhinos, and elephants, which are all a part of the big five.
February 21, 2011 (Day 5)
Today a few of us went back to green market square to do some shopping/bargaining. By now, I’ve learned how to bargain extremely well, which is necessary so that you don’t get ripped off by locals in any of the countries that we are visiting. I was able to walk away with some gifts, along with some things for myself.
Later on today I’m going to meet up with Sandra, a former Gates Scholar that is studying abroad at The University of Cape Town (UCT). She attends UC Berkeley. We first met at the Gates Millennium Scholarship Program (GMSP) Conference during my freshman year in college. We’re going to a rugby match which should be interesting.
February 7, 2011
When I woke up this morning (after sleeping on the ship), a group of friends and I made our way towards Accra, Ghana. Because our port is located so far from the actual taxi station, we had to walk for about 15 minutes until we were finally able to get a taxi. Because our group obviously contained about 8 Americans, the prices for everything posed by the local Ghanaians were much higher than what they should have been. Luckily for us, we had our friend Esenam, who actually lives in Accra, with us. Esenam is an interport student that has been on our ship with us since Manaus, Brazil. During the time leading up to each port, Semester at Sea invites on board an interport student and sometimes, an interport lecturer. Both individuals participate in discussions regarding their country, which is open to the ship. A few of my friends and I had been eating lunch and/or dinner with Esenam frequently, so a friendship was formed amongst us all. Because of those reasons, she invited my friend Kayla, roommate Ian and I to travel with her to Accra, and to meet her family.
In Ghana, you negotiate a taxi fare before actually getting into the cab, so there aren’t any surprises when you get a extremely high fare which is calculated by the mile, like in the United States. The taxi driver tried to charge us 5 $GH (cedi, which is their currency; $1 US = $1.43 GH). Esenam immediately knew that fare was too high, and we ended up paying $3 GH TOTAL for a ride to the bus station. Though we planned to take a bus to Accra, the wait time turned out to be longer than expected. Because of that reason, we took a 15 passenger van to Accra, paying $9 GH a piece, which wasn’t bad. The 4 hour van ride wasn’t too bad for me because I sat in the front seat, but I can’t say that the same is true for my friends.
When we arrived in Accra at the bus station, I immediately recognized the Keneshi Market that I had once saw on this past season of the Amazing Race. People were scattered everywhere, trying to sell anything from raw fish, to razors, phone cards, etc. It was at this point when our group of friends split to go our separate ways, due to our separate agendas in Accra. In my group Esenam, Ian and Kayla remained. Because Esenam doesn’t have a license (and probably due to the crazy drivers in Accra), her parents had their driver pick us all up and took us to our hotel. Along the way to the hotel is when I was really able to observe Accra. As the wind blew in my face through the window I smelled a mixture of freshly baked bread, burning oil and urine. A lot of people had on pants surprisingly, but even more to my surprise I saw men sitting on the curb completely naked. I saw both men and women carrying large buckets on their heads, filled with large bottles of water, bread in some and even fruit in others. The entire time I was wondering how someone could carry that much weight on their head without hurting their neck and/or back. I’m sure that they’ve all gotten used to it and probably have the best posture, free of back problems than anywhere else.
Once we finally reached our hotel, we deliberated on what the price was before finally settling into our room. To our surprise, 3 people weren’t allowed to stay in one room (out of the nine rooms in the entire hotel), so we had to book two. The two rooms connected and the door read “D&G”, which we nicknamed the Dolce & Gabanna suite. We were all relieved that there was WiFi at this hotel and would later be able to communicate with both family and friends.
Next, we headed to a local market area that very much so reminded me of the “Alley” in the Los Angeles Fashion District, located downtown. The biggest difference was that this market in Accra, or series of booths/shops, was located on a main street. By this time we had all gotten some money from an ATM, so we began to buy gifts for both ourselves and others. Up until this point I hadn’t bargained much, but between the 4 of us in our group, we definitely sharpened our skills, which will be needed for the countries to come.
After a long day of traveling and shopping, we finally made our way over to Esenam’s house for dinner, which was prepared by her mother and cook. Upon entering her home, we were welcomed by her mother. It is traditional in Ghanaian culture for the host family to provide their guests with water upon entering their home. The water is strategically distributed from right to left, which was explained by her mother as she gave each of us a bottle of water. Following this, Esenam’s mother disappeared to help set up the table, as we talked to her father for about 10 minutes. Her father shared with us that he was born in a village about 400 miles away from Accra, but ended up moving to the city after meeting his now wife. He shared with us that he currently manages about 5 branches of the electric company in Ghana (equivalent to a district manager). Esenam’s mother runs a school for pre-K through 3rd grade right in their home. They had a guest-house turned into a classroom, backyard into a playground and other classes within their home. I found this to truly be astonishing to me, and shows that her mother genuinely cares about the education of Ghanaian children.
Once the food was ready, we went into a different room to eat dinner. Esenam’s mother came into the room with a bucket of water, soap and a towel for everyone to wash their hands (which is traditional in their culture). On the menu was a light soup with beef, fried plantains, jolouf (Esenam’s favorite dish), some type of stew, fried/baked chicken and steamed vegetables. The food was delicious and I was excited because I LOVE fried plantains. While at dinner, her father explained to us why it is rude to use your left hand opposed to your right. In Ghanaian culture, the right hand is deemed the clean hand, and the left is dirty. Reaching out to shake someone’s hand, calling a taxi, stopping a car during traffic and other things alike with your left hand is seen as being disrespectful. I had been told prior to reaching Ghana that I should shake people’s hand with my right, but sometimes it can be difficult when you have a camera out and EVERYBODY wants to shake your hand while walking down the streets of Accra.
Following dinner we ate Ghanaian strawberry ice cream, which was good. After talking for a bit more, Esenam’s mother drove us back to our hotel. Because we had free WiFi, Ian, Kayla and I were on our iPhone’s/iPod touch’s using Facetime, Skype, Facebook, HeyTell, Textfree, etc. We spent a good 2 hours that night catching up on all of the things that we couldn’t before since we don’t get free internet on the ship (though we’re able to send emails for free; mine is jamurkey@semesteratsea.net by the way ;) I took a shower before going to sleep and brushed my teeth using a bottle of water. So far my Ghanaian experience has been amazing and I’m excited to see what will come about in duration of the remaining days.
February 6, 2011
Today we finally reached Ghana! It’s amazing to me that I’ve been able to travel to Africa, by boat a mere 400 years following the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade where my ancestors were enslaved to the United States. For that reason, this trip will for sure have a deeper meaning for me when compared to my counterparts, but it will be one that I’ll never forget. Once our ship docked, my friends and I looked outside to observe the Ghanaian culture in the Takoradi port. Just about 30 feet away, I could hear and see a few men playing drums while the others danced alongside them.
After a hearty breakfast, I stepped off of the ship for the first time in 9 days and boarded a “luxury” coach for my first field directed practica (FDP). Our trip entitled “Castles and Slave Dungeon Tour” featured a tour of both the Cape Coast and El Mina slave castles. If you don’t know the history of either, I suggest that you research them, but they are two of the more well known locations where slaves were taken to be shipped off to the Americas, after being captured in Western Africa during the 1600s.
Once we pulled up to the first castle (Cape Coast), my demeanor and mood changed completely. I began to think about all of the African men, women and children that were sold, raped and killed right in the very site where I was standing. Our tour guide began the tour on the side where the male slaves where kept, with a sign hanging slightly above the entranceway that read “ male slave dungeon”. To the right of the door was a passage engraved:
IN EVERLASTING MEMORY
of the anguish of our ancestors
may those who died rest in peace
may those who return find their roots
may humanity never again perpetrate
such injustice against humanity
we the living vow to uphold this
To the left of the door was a plaque that was unveiled by President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama on July 11, 2009. Both of these things were firstly identified by our tour guide and then individually observed by myself and the rest of the group. I found myself zoning out, away from what the tour guide was saying while standing outside of the doorway as I went into deep thought about the slave trade and treatment of them. I began to think that if I were alive during the 1600s, I’d be the one being beat, while shackled to 2 men (one in front and the other behind) in this same dungeon (about 20 x 30 x 60 ft) with 149 other men. In this same dungeon ¼ of them would be sick, dead and/or dying, with our feces piled alongside the border of the dungeons floor some 2 ½ feet high. During this same moment, I’d be watching my family and friends torn apart, being shipped away to different places, raped and killed. I’d also have to be sure not to “step out of line” or else I’d be thrown in a cell with no ventilation, left to suffer and die with other slaves that had been disobedient.
As the tour continued, we were able to enter both the male and female slave dungeons of Cape Coast. We were shown the wells outside of the dungeon where water was stored for the slaves, as they passed to make their way to the ships to be carried to the Americas. About 8 feet in front of the wells were stairs that led to a platform, overlooking the coast, where canons were stationed and used if there was a threat coming from the coast. Next, we headed towards the “door of no return”, located just adjacent to the female slave dungeon. This was the door where all slaves were taken through to be shipped across the Atlantic Ocean. As the tour came to an end, we were able to walk through a museum located on site of the castle, which gave a historical overview of the origin and development of the Cape Coast castle.
After a mentally exhausting tour, our group of 39 headed to a beach resort to have lunch. On the menu was none other than local Ghanaian cuisine, which was pretty good. Shortly after, we continued our tour to the next castle, El Mina. This castle had a similar infrastructure to Cape Coast’s being that there were both male and female slave dungeons, but was a much larger facility. At El Mina some 750 slaves were kept at one time, in small spaces. All of the dungeons were underneath the bedroom and kitchen area of the slavemasters, which consisted of breathtaking views of the beach on one end and the gruesome courtyard in the center of dungeons where slaves once were stored.
While riding back to Takoradi from the El Mina Castle, I pondered to myself about what I had just encountered. Once I made it back to the ship, I shared my experience with my roommate and another friend. I was able to document my experience with photographs and video, which I am excited to share with my friends and family back at home. I believe that these sites are extremely important for people to see, especially if you share any lineage from Africa. This tour has caused me to reinforce my aspirations towards success, not only for myself but for my ancestors that never received an opportunity to do so. Unfortunately the rollover-effect, which derived from slavery, has and still affects blacks in the United States today. Though progress has been made, a full recovery may take a century or two, if at all.
January 26, 2011 (Day 3)
I woke up this morning and headed to the Christ the Redeemer Statue. We caught a train up to the top, which took about 10 minutes. The view at the top was even better than the one that I had seen the previous day at Sugar Loaf. I took a lot of pictures, including one of me holding the hand of Christ the Redeemer. Later on that night, we ended up catching a cab to a club called Zero/Zero (the 40/40 equivalent of Rio apparently). The club was empty at first but it eventually got PACKED! The people in the club tried to charge me 50R$ but I wasn’t having it once I found out that the locals were only paying 25R$. When I got to the front door to pay (you pay after you leave the club in Rio, which is backwards), I brought my point up. Lets just say that I walked away that night without spending any money, though I can’t say the same for my friends.
When we got back to the hotel, we had an hour to get ready to leave Rio. The plane ride was the worst experience that I’ve had flying thus far. We waited on the plane for 50 minutes without air, got kicked off of the plane only to go right back on, and sat again without air for another 35 minutes. Finally we reached Manaus and I boarded the ship, reuniting with friends that I had met a week plus back. When I walked in my room, there was a sign on my wall that read “ Welcome Back”, from some of my friends on the ship, which was cool.
To sum up my experience in Brazil, it was very memorable, scenic, filled with people in Speedos, small bathing suits (some fit and others not), Portuguese, churros con dulce de leche, poverty, prostitutes and parties. It’s a good thing that I was able to use my Spanish skills to navigate around, pretending to be Dominican, which made me “blend in” more and not appear to be a tourist. I shall return again someday.
