Thursday, October 8, 2009
Ghana and Cape Town
Ghana- docked in Tema, thats 45 minutes from Accra. Went on a trip to the highest mountain in Ghana, stood in the base of a 160 ft waterfall, fed a monkey, saw kentay (sp?) cloth being hamde, visited some villages, went out in Accra, beat my african frined Frank in a footrace (i have witnesses)
in between Ghana and South Africa we crossed the equator and celebrated Neptune Day. YOu get fish guts dumped on your head and jum in the pool, then you kiss a fish and get knighthed and get your head shaved if you want. i did not particiapte in the head shaving as you can see.. i like my mane too much
SOuth Africa- Oh. my. god. where do i begin. we bought three bottles of south african wine for our hike to the top of table mountain and celebrated at the top with an impromptu dance party. got a ride to a nude beach with 8 people and a surf board in the back of a pickup truck. got bit by a penguin.. made friends with said penguin. visited the winelands.. the rest is self explanatory. went on a safari and saw mama africa and other animals. and went out, spent way too much money, ate bunny chow (no, its not bunny or bunny food), cheers'ed to way too much, danced way too much, converted to skinny jeans, forgot what its like to sleep, and did i mention spent way too much money? yea well thats about it. pics are up on fbook, no time to put them up here. cheers everyone!!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sometimes it rains in a gangesters paradise
Ive come to the conclusion that people in Casablanca are simply pumped about their mosqu, Mosque Hassan II. Its the third largest in the world and can holf 105,000 people at once.
Okay on to the good stuff... so we catch a train to Marrakech, are just chillin when this man walks into our train car and starts talking all about himself and asking us questions, etc etc. He in vites us to dinner with his family that night, which somehow turns into he *must* show us the high atlas mountains and the berber villages there. Needless to say; a roach infested hotel, $250 rug, ten cups of green tea, one violent camel, a watermelon, an impropmtu back massage, a spin out in the middle of the street and one traditional Moroccan Ramadan dinner later, we made it back to our swanky hotel alive and out of money haha. What a day.. a word for the wise.. dont let an invitation to dinner turn into a kidnapping.
Were back *safely* in Casablanca now, leaving tomorrow for another week at sea before Ghana. Hello to everyone and thanks for checking out my blog!
cheers,
chelsea
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Sevilla, Spain
"Donde estas all the toucans?"
Two hours of an obnoxious tour guide chattering nonstop about sailboats and highways and all sorts of happy bullshit later.. we finally make it to this nature park. Needless to say I could have done without the bus stalling out on a hill while I was sitting in the last row haha. So we set out on this 12 km hike that should take 4 hrs, and I realize I will have to be the one to break the ice in our group of not so happy campers. Who signs up for a hike and doesnt like to hike? ha. I like to think they were jazzed up by my asking the guide lady in all seriousness where all the toucans were.. afterall.. this was a nature hike. And I had even brought a box of frootloops nicked from breakfast that day to use as bait. Well she looked at me as though I had three eyes.. I guess sarcasm isnt as easily detectable in your second language.. who knew? Nonetheless.. the hike turned out to be a good time and the capri suns we all discovered in our boxed lunches sent the group into a christmas morning-esque frenzy haha.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The pirates life for me

