Studying Abroad, University of Ghana
report from friends in ghana follows.
chantel - so saturday night continued our introduction to ghanaian party life and laid the groundwork for what would become our routine weekend schedule. an and i have adapted a very serious work ethic that we would like to call the work hard/play hard game plan. it consists of us working our butts off during a regular 9 to 5 like day, heading home for some dinner and a rest and then heading out to meet up with friends and enjoy whatever adventures the evening may bring us. we made the decision to head out with some of the american students to a bar of their choice before moving on to meet up with our local friends at a different location. i feel that we have a different idea of what is a fun night out than some of our american friends. they think drinking cartons of wine before heading to a nearly empty bar to sit around and chat is fun. we think heading to a packed bar to make new friends and dance is fun. therefore within an hour of hanging out with team america at a bar called hypnotiq we headed down the street to the liveliest party we could find.
lizzy’s is a well known street bar that sprawls out onto the side walk of one of the main streets in osu. local music is pumping, there are street performers, people dancing everywhere and lots of people having a great time. from their we head to baze, an asian owned bar with blasting air conditioning (a real plus when you are trying to dance in ghana) and really good music, a popular chill out bar to “warm up” before heading out for the night. next is was back to tantra to dance some more. tantra is interesting because you get different crowds of people depending on the night. fridays at tantra is very mixed with tons of internationals and a fair few ghanaians. saturdays are much more of a local crowd, packs of lebanese men and ghanaians with much less foreigners than the night before. nonetheless it has remained my favorite place to go dancing in accra. the thing about late night dancing in ghana is that you get really hungry at about 5 am. now there is always a street vendor or two around to serve some kind of unidentifiable meat on a stick but fortunately our friends are able to direct us to some good places from munchies, the number one choice being the amazingly good for africa lebanese owned pizza place two minutes away from tantra, and the other being the also lebanese owned bar/restaurant/club jokers which has one of the best western food menus in ghana other than frankies.
this night was also our first experience dealing with the lovely ghanaian police force. i do believe that some form of corruption exists in law enforcement in developing countries and to be honest ghana is no example. we learnt this as six of us were being driven home from the club back to the university. everyone except the driver was asleep in the car as we got pulled over because apparently our driver “ran a red light”. afterwards we were told that this is a fairly regular occurrence in ghana but an and i had yet to have any interaction with the police yet and were fairly in shock when the police officer got out and approached the car. he argued with our driver for some time and then insisted that we go with him to the police station to get a ticket. now i am sitting in the front in between the driver and another one of the guys when the police officer insists that we get out of the car, the guy next to me gets out and as i am about to get out as well as the police officer gets in and sits next to me. i have a minor panic attack as we learn that he will be accompanying us on the trip to the police station so i am now sandwiched between our driver and mr. police officer. the guys insist that they should drop us at home before continuing to the police station. the officer agrees and off we go to campus with our police escort. i am freaking out because this is a pretty unusual occurrence and later learn from an that while i am having a heart attack up front the guys in the back are pulling out all their money and counting it to see how much they have to bribe the cop once we are safely at home. the next morning the guys tell us that the cop was expecting a bribe and that they ended up paying him roughly the equivalent of $60 usd before dropping the cop off at his house. not at the police station, at his house. we were pretty shocked by it all but have since learnt that “this is ghana, this is how it works” (to quote one of the guys after all this went down). we have learnt that you can get away with a fair bit in ghana (traffic violations whether real or fake, speeding, driving without a license ect.) if you have the money. it seems somewhat accepted that paying off people is part of life here, particularly, as it seems in our experience, if you are male and foreign looking, even the guys that have lived here all their life but who do not have black skin. an and i have yet to be faced with a situation involving bribery ourselves but we now have witnessed to it on more than one occasion.
later, ty.
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Thanks for answering my questions
I just wanted to say thank you to Hesekiels , Roman Guy for answering my questions and not bashing me to death for not reading the previous posts.
You guys are seriously well travelled !
And of course to all other who has given their infos here previously.
i have been going through all 64? pages and picked out many places to go and such ,and im now writing it down in a sort of a " little black book "
It looks like a travel to Ghana is like an erotic movie , only difference is that you are the star and the director.
August cant get here soon enough!
A happy May Trip. Thanks to GC
First I’d like to thank Global Citizen for making my 2 week trip truly memorable with his advice and help. He’s also a great party animal. Holler at him if you come to Accra!
This was my third trip to Ghana. Against everyone’s advice, I brought back and married a tight assed 19y/o Model class gorgeous Ghanaian chick after my second trip. Now divorced, I have a firmer grip on Ghanaian philosophy. What an education, and I escaped with no problem only because of the good sense of a prenuptial agreement which was extremely comprehensive.
Family is everything to them, and it’s not uncommon for those who can afford it to be calling relatives and friends every five minutes. I have telephone records of 40+ calls a day every day.
Conversely, we are simply a way to the means. Just walking ATM’s, and sucking or fucking a cock or is analogous to the way you’d work a cows udder to get the milk out.
With the brutal knowledge that the honesty about these girls could not be trusted, I realized even the sweet ones in one way or another could be considered working girls. And extracting cash and presents was their priority. I have a chip on my shoulder and I ain’t payin’ for nothing! So many stories of hardship and misery, but beware this bullshit when all the girls have new clothes and a really nice cell phone.
So I worked them just liked they worked me. Since I could prove I was marriage minded by having done it once with a Ghanaian, I generated much interest. I contacted several girls on the net and gave them my local phone number. When each girl called I just told her where I was and to come right over. These girls are very unreliable and never on time, and to my bewilderment and amusement, rarely did 2 girls show up at the same time.
2 seconds into the room, I laid the law down. I was completely open for marriage but with the condition that she pleases me in every way. Those who know me, know anal is my “thang”! Ha, ha, but these Ghana chicks just hate it! Wonderful, beautiful Ghana because every ass is virgin, dear sweet Mother of God. They all say that they just can’t do it. Funny thing is that I admitted to every single girl that I loved anal. They usually said that they had seen it in XXX films but were not impressed. Still the panties and thongs just kept coming off and the dick went in.
I would fuck each of my new conquests for an hour or so and by that time she has told me she loves me about 50 times, and swears loyalty, obedience, and faithfulness unconditionally.(Ha, ha, ha!) Some even referred to me as a sweet husband. :) Then I would sweetly ask for her to go on her hands and knees. I would give loving words and caress her boobs tenderly in return as I fucked her from behind. I just got into the routine of entering and withdrawing from the vagina to throw her off. Of course after just a few iterations I lubricated hank and gently but completely buried my shaft up her shithole, surprisingly with not a lot of protest at first with most of the girls. They really tried all they could to hold their cash cow. And when I felt that they couldn’t take anymore I would finish.
And always after, there was the urgency to get rid of her before the next one showed. The Perfect excuse just presented itself. I told them I was still horny and they had to share that tight just de-virginized butthole again. All but one in my entire trip refused a repeat performance and 40,000-60,000 Cedi($4-6) put them in a taxi. No more 24/7 ball and chains preventing me from sampling new territory.
For the first part of my trip, my endeavors involved internet chicks. Well I met with GC one evening at the Champs bar in the Paloma, and he laid down just how things were, and soon I was picking up chicks in shops, restaurants, the street. Hell they all showed some potential and all you needed to do was start a conversation. I resorted to writing my phone number on several pieces of paper and handing them out like business cards, and half the time the chick then immediately would come up to the plate and propose a meeting time.
When I found a girl I liked to spend time with, I changed hotels. I stayed at the Paloma, Frankies, Hotel President, St. Georges, the Premium Star hotel in Tema in Community 11, the Yegoala, and the Cape coast hotel in Cape coast. The expensive hotels were OK. The cheap ones were shit, but it was so hot most of the time I didn’t mind cold water. :)
Recommend St. Georges for the best value for the cheapies. But really if you want to run lots of girls in peace, you have to move around. Some of the kicked out ones will have second thoughts and return, usually at the worst possible time.
One bad thing, the girls are getting smarter about not posing for the camera. Most are aware that there pics can be sold for cash, or could wind up on the internet! How did they know???? Did you tell them???? :)
Marriage to these girls is just about worthless, but I enjoyed the many fantasies that these sweet exotic girls are very good for.
So I will post some pics. None very hot like my previous posts. Sorry.
Blue Metal.