Our training started Monday – let the fun begin!
The training consisted of learning about client relationships, marketing, finance, and our first meeting with our businesses! But more importantly, the first week was all about trying all the food (and learning to debone and eat a fish with one hand by torchlight), waiting for tro tros which nearly almost never arrive on time and trying to find power somewhere, anywhere!
So, how to make a tro tro: Take a minibus, squeeze in a few extra seats than normal, (then a few more that fold up) give it all a bit of a battering, add some stickers inside and out (and a TV screen at the front if you’re feeling really fancy), turn the African music up LOUD (and remove all sound system controls) then… voila. A tro tro is born! After that, you just clamber in, squeeze up to the person next to you (or get on their lap) and then prepare yourself for a bumpy ride! (Note: if you get the window seat, prepare to either get very windswept or spend ten minutes battling with the window whilst you try to shut it… but this seat is nonetheless very refreshing.)
Another incredible discovery I have made this week is the fruit! Dennis taught me how to peel and cut a mango which was approximately the size of my head into edible juicy chunks. It tasted like heaven and it gave me so much energy the next morning I woke up at 5am! Not only are the mangos are delicious but the avocados melt in your mouth and the bananas are super tiny and super sweet!
At the end of a long week of training we ventured into East Legon and found an awesome live band playing. I danced for three hours non-stop – never have I seen so much jamming and so much sweating in one place. The highlight of the night definitely has to be the moment when the older, slightly larger, lady made her way into our little dance arena – back side first – and started busting out moves like she owned the floor! I have learnt that, when it comes to dancing, Ghanaians have zero inhibitions and they are always prepared to boogie!
So by the end of Friday evening we were all buzzing but exhausted and not entirely ready to pack up and leave the hostel the next morning. But I was excited to see my new home for the next 9 weeks!