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50 EPISODE 6: RIDING NORTH
knew the smell of the ocean but now that it’s gone, I realize how saturated I was with it.
I’m taking a tour of northern Ghana with my fellow AFS students. It the first time I’ve seen most of them since our first week of “orientation” in Accra. The reunion has been enlightening. I wasn’t the first to claim discomfort in the presence of so many other white people. Nor am I the only one feeling disconcertedly like a tourist again. Still, it’s nice to share experiences and to laugh at the Ghanaian habits we’ve all adopted.
Although few of us have learned much of the native languages, the influence of Ghanaian English is readily apparent. I was taken aback to hear a formerly quietly French girl making boisterous clucks and exclamations. The entire group frequently erupts in laughter when a well recognized phrase is utilized: “By all means”, “as for me”, and especially the drawn-out sound of agreement in conversation: “Ehheeehhnn”. Even body language is unified and amusing.