THE CASTLE
On Sunday July 24th we visited the Cape Coast Castle. This Castle was used as the headquarters for the British Colonial Administration as far back as 1664 and for many more years as one of the most significant slave trade spots in Africa.
THE CASTLE
On Sunday July 24th we visited the Cape Coast Castle. This Castle was used as the headquarters for the British Colonial Administration as far back as 1664 and for many more years as one of the most significant slave trade spots in Africa.
On Saturday July 9th we arrived in Accra Ghana. Went though the yellow fever card line, cleared immigration and gathered our bags. We were met outside by the International Volunteer Head Quarter Representative at the airport and brought to the IVHQ Guest House. It was a VERY hot night.
The next day one of the IVHQ guys named Elvis took us out for a tour of Accra. We visited Independence Square, a museum and park dedicated to the former President Kwame Nkrumah and went to a market where we were given a very dramatic drum performance. It was quite a day in Accra.
Our TAP Portugal flight arrived in Lisbon in the afternoon of July 6th and the atmosphere was nothing short of electric. The Euro Cup was going strong and so was the Portuguese team.
It was very simple taking the Metro from the Airport to Picaus Station which was basically right at the HI Lisbon City Centre. That night we ate close to the Hostel and spent most of the night in our room listening to the Portuguese fans celebrate after beating Wales in the semi finals. It was a long noisy night in Lisbon.
The next day we got up, had breakfast, slapped on the sun block and headed out to explore the Portuguese capital.
We took the Eurostar from London to Paris on Saturday July 2nd. Our train rolled in to Gare du Nord at 11:30 am. My Aunt Debby was waiting for us at the station. Deb has a bond with Paris like I have with St. John's or maybe more accurately the Pope with the Vatican. Anyway we were delighted to have her join us during our time in Paris. I was eager to see sites I had never seen before and even more than that try and understand how Parisians really live.
We took the Metro to St. Michel and made our way up to the Hotel Diana where we took over all three rooms on the fourth floor.
It would become our home for the next four days.
Highlights during these days included a walk to the Mouffetard Market area where we picked up some food to be eaten a little later in the Jardin du Luxembourg. We climbed the 400 spiral steps to the top of the Bell tower at Notre Dame Cathedral. There were got to get up close and personal with the Gargoyles and were rewarded with a spectacular view of Paris.
"Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London" was one of the songs played at O'Reilly's the night before we left St. John's.
Our West Jet flight from St. John's touched down at Gatwick Airport just before 8:30 am on June 29th. As the plane made its way to the gate I was picturing Morgan Freeman in Shawshank Redemption after he had just been released saying, in the way only he can...."I find I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel"
Our last time in London was three years ago and although I always enjoy the histoy and energy of the city the real excitement for us this time was meeting up with Mum and Dad. They flew in from Edmonton the night before and would spend the next week with us in the English capital and Paris.
It seems fitting that the first stop on the Loose from the Goose World Tour would be a brief stopover in St. John's. I cannot remember ever not having a peculiar bond with this place.
For some reason it has always held a special place in my heart. Despite the rain, the drizzle and the fog the oldest and most easterly city in North America is a place that is most certainly full of character and charm. It is also my birth place and my beloved home during two stints at Memorial University.
I digress....
Our main objective during this quick visit was a hike around the Battery and trails of Signal Hill and Quidi Vidi. It had been six years since we did this hike past the brighty coloured houses that cling to the cliffs and the climb up to Cabot Tower. After completing our mission a pint on George Street was definitely in order where the music of Arthur O Brian and Fred Jorgenson set the soundtrack to a great day in town.
As we walked back to our room on Gower Street and I gazed out to sea the words of Ron Hynes went through my head, " Oh the harbour lights are gleaming. And the evenings still and dark. And the seagulls are all dreaming... Seagull dreams on Amherst Rock."