wELL i WANTED TO WRITE A LITTLE BIT MORE ABOUT THE CAPE COAST CASLTe, I think all people who go there feel emence sadness to see the dungeons and the 'door of no return' where slaves passed through for 200 years... and in contrast to the huge rooms and party parlors of the brittish governer. The feeling is sad and dark, and it is hard to deal with. I begin to feel guilt because of my race but some conversations from the day before come to my mind. THe man I met and sang with about BOb marley talked with me a lot about how all people are the same, it doesn't matter your colour, for that is only skin deep. And my race based guilt turns into sadness about the humnas who had their lives changed for ever as they passed in and out of this huge caslte. We are all one people, and the pain of any should make us feel for the human race, not for one race or another, not guilt based in what some of my ansestors (maybe not directly) were a part of.

As we leave cape coast we see the white walls of a terrible place shining in the sun , looking out wards towards the americas over the blue waters of the atlantic ocean...