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by Mary Phaphan, MBA '08
Dude man. I just looked out of the window of the plane and everything is RED. I asked the genius Anjuli Gupta why that be so and the genius replied it has something to do with oxidization. Then I went back to pressing my face against the window.
We disembark from the plane and it is HOT. I don’t mean Paris Hilton hot, but I mean the temperature is warm and this is coming from someone who’s home is in the tropics. The group immediately starts peeling of their Boston hoodies and sweatshirts.
We are all so excited. Even the slowest baggage carousel in the world doesn’t seem to irk the group. All of us can barely walk straight because we’re too busy turning around to look at our new home for the next 10 days. The Accra airport is bustling with activity. Arrivals are incredibly animated, there are kids running around everywhere, and everyone is fanning themselves with make-shift fans. When we get on the bus, the first thing I notice the dozens of billboards advertising banking services –domestic and foreign – and I’m surprised. That’s definitely not the case in Boston Logan Airport. Later on in the trip, I discover this is one of the more competitive periods in the banking market in Accra.
It’s hot and the thirty of us very close for comfort on this little bus we are riding on but there’s one thing on my mind: how did I complain about 2 hour classes each week if that’s what helped bring me here?
Welcome to Accra.
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Arrival in Accra