Dispatches from Ghana I: Old Roots
No, there's nothing wrong with my camera. I begin this travel blog entry not with where I am as I write (my room in the White Dove Hotel in Dzodze, Volta Region, Ghana), but where I was a week ago: the low country of western Europe. When I began to imagine what this trip would be like, there were two long adventures anchoring it: ten days exploring Britain with Amy, and ten days attending the International Body Music Festival in Ghana. Between those two large adventures, I needed something smaller to cover the time between Amy's departure from London and my flight to Accra. Shopping for airfares, I landed on Emirates. There were plenty of options for my point of departure from Europe. I chose Amsterdam, a city I've never visited before, thinking I might stay with a friend from my previous Ghana experience. I contacted him, and learned he'd be out of town, so now my thoughts shifted to a different kind of adventure: visiting Belgian breweries to drink my favor...