Noe is a bright loud shopping town where stuff from both countries sells for either currency. Money changers call to you and the bright sun taps painfully on the red taxis lining both sides of the road and the white vans scattered around the taxi stop. Ghana is instantly cleaner and people more polite. In less than 5 minutes, our second van miraculously filled and we were en route to Takoradi.
Wednesday, after breakfast we went outside to see what the hotel staff was doing. The TV in the lobby was showing a play by play of the eclipse from the beach the Embassy folks had opted for. Big crowds and drums and funny "moon clothing"'. Our staff had all assembled in the hotel parking lot, passing half a dozen moon-glasses between them. We joined them for the half hour it took the moon to pass over the sun, with running commentary -- "look it's getting smaller; there it goes!!" The air got eerie and cold. The intense sun of the morning faded, like a storm brewing without clouds. Suddenly, 9 am was sunset. The day was plunged into darkness. Everyone clapped. For four full minutes we stared at the sky without any glasses at all. The sky had become a photograph from my 6 grade science text. A hazy ring of white light was all we could see of the sun behind the moon. Within minutes it passed again and the first sliver of sunlight brought full light to the parking lot again. We clapped again and hugged one another and all felt like we had just accomplished something incredible.
And then life resumed. We changed into our suits and walked down the beach. We lazed away the day in the sun.

