The last time when I went to Ghana for 3 weeks, I actually had quite a bit of downtime to write and read. So I'm guessing I may do the same. Right now, I'm at Schipol Airport in Amsterdam. My pal (first introduced as "Ghana Techie" via the blog 6 years ago) Wahab has met the first visitor at the airport now. We have 3 more visitors arriving tomorrow - documentary film crew from Europe - and need to coordinate visits with professor Isham of Middlebury, DK, etc.
When I talked in Salzburg, to the Europeans, there was not a single African there, though Africa has been called the dirty little secret. I was in this kind of weird space that I've often critiqued Jim Puckett for being in - the white savior speaking on behalf of the oppressed. Nameless and faceless as Viet Cong soldiers, Jim speaks for the orphans pawing through toxic junk, and I speak for the noble Geeks of Color, the Joe Bensons, arrested and goods seized, etc.
So it is strange. The flight I'm boarding (the line is now much shorter, gotta wrap this up) is fairly inexpensive. For Europeans, the trip to Ghana is almost like a UCLA fraternity crossing to the Tiajuana border. Poverty porn, or donkey porn, it's seen the same way by the people who live there.