Meetings and plans

I’m writing this post from a hotel in Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso that has hot water, flushing toilets, Wi-Fi, and air conditioning, so it’s almost like being back in the states. The power randomly shuts down every now and then but after living in negative star hotels and a mud hut for a few weeks it’s like moving to the Hotel Del. Although I will say that Kirstin’s mud hut was a huge step-up from the hotels with its running potable water, electricity, and thanks to Ryan, Wi-Fi. It’s a good thing we have my multi-linguistic daughter along or we’d be lost. We went from a country where they speak hard to understand English to a country where they speak, impossible for me to understand, French.  We’ll be leaving from here, for the states, in just a few hours but I wanted to get this off. On our last trip to the school everything worked great. Even though it was Sunday, the lab filled-up almost immediately with kids eager to learn how to use the computers. We now have the syllabus for the computer literacy program so we know what needs to be taught. I photographed it so I could turn it into a PDF when I get back, I’ll post for anyone interested. It’s all basic stuff that would normally be taught in the first few weeks of a middle school computer program but, knowing where these kids are now, it’s going to be a long haul for most of them, especially since there are so many kids and only ten computers (for now at least).  The requirements include a basic knowledge of the parts of a computer, basic knowledge of the windows operating system (folders, desktop, files), and basic use of Word, Excel, and Paint. Currently most are still struggling with the typing tutorial because they have zero prior experience with computers.

On Saturday we had a town meeting at the restaurant to talk about what the next project should be, Robert acted as the interpreter and many of the school officials were there including the head teacher, who we know as “John.”  The consensus was that they need a place for the younger kids to “play” during “recess” so they won’t be tempted to wander back home, a library where kids can check out books that are supplemental to the issued text books, and a scholarship program for the best performing students. Of course they also need more computers, but Kirstin and Ryan said that they need to first determine that the ones currently in place are being used, kept up, and supported. This includes upgrading the current single phase electrical supply to three-phase and the installation of an emergency power supply for just the computer lab.

On Sunday, the DCE (District Chief Executive), Vivan Anapple, and her husband DegnBon Aapple had dinner with us in the common area of the mud huts (next to the kitchen). We set-up a row of tables from Linda’s house and served one of Hawa’s new specialties, Mexican Burritos.. After a bit of instruction on how to eat them, they were a big hit. Vivan is basically the “mayor” of the district and DengBon is a local communications specialist. Kirstin, Ryan, and Daniel set this up to keep them in the loop and include them in the progress and intent of the school project.

On Monday we piled into Abbrey’s car and visited the GES (Ghana Education Service) District Director for the area, Francis Ayaaba, Francis who is has traveled to Cuba amongst other exotic places, could be type-cast as a character in movies from Casablanca to Indiana Jones. He was a hoot to listen to. Since he’s in charge of all the schools in a large district, and our school is but one of what I think must be over a hundred, we were pleased to learn that he supports our efforts 100% and is fully behind making St. Joseph’s a “model school.”  His vision is to bring schools to the kid’s doorsteps, not make the kids travel miles and miles to the schools, hence the large number of schools. There are no buses or parents with the time and means to transport their kids to school; no SUV’s blocking traffic in front of the school… the kids walk. Although there’s a lot less red tape involved to implement a project like the “Gonna Go To Ghana”  ICT center, protocol must still be followed and everyone in charge must be on board. That’s the purpose of the town meetings, the visits to the district director, and dinners with the DCE.

The last thing we did before leaving for Burkina Faso was to put-up curtains in the computer lab. Actually Katy, Abbrey, and Kirstin were in charge of that project. Now, the ambience is much nicer with ICT and education themed fabric, and room can be darkened to see the projector image.

This will be my last post until Katy and I jump on a plane to Coronado via Paris and Salt Lake City. Kirstin and Ryan are country hopping to Mali before coming back down to Tongo. They’ll probably post an update then but for awhile they’ll be pretty much in the boonies.

Actually I didn’t get this post out before we left for the airport so I’m sending this from the Paris airport where we have a 4-hour layover.

-George Green

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Dan’s Email

Hey guys and girls…. you can now email Daniel at
Howa will have one soon as well… drop him a line… no embedded videos or large pictures… you all know about connectivity issues here… George Green

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Electrical Bananas

Haven’t posted for awhile so here’s a catch-up on things happening (or not) in Tongo,

The next morning after our late-night arrival in Tonga, Katy and I were we were reunited with Daniel who we hadn’t seen in over 6 years and after the initial reunion it was like we’d been there all-along. Nearly every night, when the weather permits, we spread mats on the ground and have dinner under the stars in Kirstin’s compound before watching a “movie” on Kirstin’s Computer. Daniel’s favorite movies are the David Attenborough “Nature” series so we travel all over the world in our minds learning about the oceans, forests, the poles, all the series has to offer. It’s the rainy season here so most often the  stars are either partially or completely obscured. However, on one clear night, we were treated to blanket of stars that most stateside dwellers have to go to a planetarium to experience. When the sky’s clear the Milky Way stands out like a band of scattered light across a jet-black sky with a full complement of stars poking through, undimmed by any sort of atmospheric pollution. When I first pointed out the Milky Way to Katy she had thought it was a band of clouds overhead. Ryan has the Google Sky app on his Android phone and virtually everything it shows for our location we can see in the sky. You just hold it up to the sky and the Android’s GPS and compass allow it to display exactly what you’re looking at with as much detail as you want. Because it’s the rainy season, we have our pick of fresh tropical fruit. The vegetation is lush and green, the ponds are full of croaking, peeping, and trilling frogs at night. And often it rains. A tropical rainstorm can be spectacular. The third day we were here we planned to have a traditional Ghanaian meal with the family under the stars but we could the see the thunderheads and hear the thunder on the horizon so we moved to the porch of Linda’s house to stay dry. Linda Atwater’s house is the bigger place next to Kirstin’s, just down the road from the pond that serves as a stock watering hole and froggie symphony hall.  It’s a whole ‘nother story I don’t want to go into here but Linda’s the one who introduced Kirstin to this family while they were both in the Peace Corps. When the storm hit, it hit hard. Everyone was getting soaked, pots and pans were flying off the porch, and the lightning was getting uncomfortably close so we moved inside just before the power went out. We finished our meal with illumination provided by our flashlights shining on the ceiling and with spectacular audio/visual effects provided by the wind, rain, thunder, and lightening of the storm. After the bulk of the storm subsided, I noticed that the frogs had stepped up their vocal performances to a new level. There was now only a light rain falling and the wind had subsided to a gentle moist breeze, obviously conditions the frogs deemed worthy of their “A” game. Standing in front of Linda’s house under a pitch-black African sky, I made an audio recording.

The next day, Thompson (fireman and key community liaison for Kirstin’s and Linda’s  projects),  and Daniels’ brother (Oscar and family), stopped by briefly to say hello. Thompson’s a key contact for our projects (see the GGTG website) but I don’t think the kids met him because he was pretty busy during the time they were here. I met Oscar on my last visit. At the time he was getting ready for grad school. Now he’s a successful molecular biologist working on a malaria vaccine.

Daniel’s daughter, Isabella, spent a day with us. On our first visit to Tongo she was 10 years old, now she’s 16 and a sophomore at a boarding school. Too bad she wasn’t around when the Coronado kids were here. “Bella,” Katy, Kirstin, Ryan, Daniel, Howa and I went on a fairly long walk to greet “the old man,” Daniel’s father. The walk included a visit to the borehole that Kirstin had arranged to be built with matching funds from the Coronado Rotary club, the school where the kids worked on their project, and the giant boulders the kids climbed.  At the risk of too many side stories, the Rotary sponsored water project included not only the bore hole but the dredging of the watering/froggie pond near Linda’s house, as well as one other pond. At “the old man’s” home we sat around talked, gave gifts (we gave him a San Diego Chargers blanket), and passed around the akpeteshie. Tradition mandates that the patriarch pour a bit of the libation on the ground for God, the land, etc., but to conserve the akpeteshie the old man dipped his finger in the glass and offered only few drops. Daniel said that someone gave him a bottle of Johnny Walker one time. When it was empty he gave it back to Daniel to refill. Daniel filled it with akpeteshie but I don’t think that’s what the old man had in mind.

The School Computer Lab:
Ryan and I have been trying to schedule time to instruct teachers but because of all the storm activity we’ve been having power problems. We’ve been there three times…. Each time we either had to abort because of a storm or there was a power issue. All was working one day until a storm came-up and the lights started to flicker. The computers however, have modulated backup emergency power supplies so we were able to get them all shut down in time before the storm hit. That day Ryan and I biked home in the rain with lightening strikes all around us. Speaking of electricity, the computer lab, like most places in Ghana, has grounding problems. The kids on the front row of the computer lab kept getting shocked when they touched the metal rim of the common desk. Of course they were all barefoot and the floor is concrete that was still damp from water that came in through the front door from the recent rains. It turned out that a couple of the computers were sitting at the edge of the desk and were making contact with the metal rim. Whenever one of the kids touched the metal desk rim the computer was grounded from the computer to the rim to the concrete floor via the kid’s feet. The “solution” was to  move all the computers so they weren’t touching the rim. Of course this is just a temp “fix.” Another issue is the projector needs its own regulated power supply as it’s now on the same supply as the teachers’ computer and the supply overloads when both are turned on. The head master, Robert, is on top of these issues, and hopefully will get things fixed. He plans to lobby for emergency and more power for the lab. They won’t be able to run the air conditioner until this happens. If need be he’ll run the lab off an emergency generator, For now, however, the storms are the problem. Robert is getting the syllabus for the exam the kids need to pass to move on so we’ll know what to concentrate on when we finally meet the teachers.
Daniel obtained a CD with the news coverage when the ICT center was turned over to the school that I’ll share when I get back. It has all the speeches and many of the performance interludes between speeches.

Each time we biked to the computer lab the kids came out of nowhere to fill all the seats. One we see a lot of is Kofi, who is always there… he even showed up at the old man’s house. He’s 17 and just  now learning to type with the Marvis Beacon typing program we’re using to get them started. Even as I write this he’s at Kirstin’s house sitting next to me in the common room practicing on the computer we gave to the family.

Yep, that’s right Daniel and Howa now have a computer; Kirstin’s old laptop loaded with music, movies, ebooks, and most significantly the ability to access the web.
Very soon you’ll be able to email Daniel and Howa directly. For now, however, they’re still learning the basics. Ryan set-up Gmail accounts for both and when they’re ready to use them I’ll let you know. They’re using the same carrier that Ryan uses with his android …. Vodaphone… they’re the one’s who paint the most logos on all the huts along the side of the road. He tried several of the competitors but Vodaphone was by far the best.

Because of the storms the power has been going off and on; the other day it was out for the entire day not only here, but in Bolga as well.

Kirstin and Katy are teaching Howa how to prepare American food for the time when the restaurant is functional… she makes delicious brownies and ground nut (aka peanut butter) cookies now and plans to sell them in the market.  A couple of nights ago we had meatballs and pasta that she made during her lessons with Katy and Kirstin. Ryan tried to teach Howa how to make omelets but because she doesn’t have non-stick pans the best they could do was scrambled eggs. When the rain lets up they’re going in to town to buy non-stick pots and pans.

It was raining on our trip to Mole yesterday so the long dirt road (87 km long) was now full of flooded potholes. Along the way there we saw some of the most impoverished villages we’ve yet encountered but as we passed the inhabitants always waved and smiled at us. We also passed several female members of the Fulani Tribe… beautiful women dressed to the teeth! One particularly challenging part of the road featured what appeared to be a small river running across our path. About the same time another car was approaching from the other side and behind it a large truck. The other driver politely blinked his lights for us to cross first. Abbrey politely blinked his lights for him to cross. Each of us wanted to see if the other would get stuck. Finally someone from the other car got out and waded across to find the best route, followed by the other car. Then the truck went. We followed the path the first car took and crossed safely.  When we finally arrived at Mole we learned the elephants had probably moved deeper into the reserve because of the rains.  Since there was still a chance some would be around we went on the walking safari the next morning. We saw no elephants except for one big one nicknamed “the people’s friend” who had wandered into the compound area. So we had lots of fun running from him and watching all the “pig fights” the wart hogs were engaged in over the scraps from the kitchen. As the kids will tell you there are baboons everywhere. Ryan had grabbed a handful of bananas from our room to eat before the safari. As soon as the baboons spotted them,  four big ones sprinted to him from about 25 meters away, surrounded, and basically mugged him. All he could do was to throw the bananas into the air. The mona monkeys at the monkey sanctuary were cute when they snatched bananas from your hand. Not so with big aggressive baboons.  Then at the briefing we were told to not carry food around the baboons. The Safari turned out to be a soggy walk in the jungle with no elephant encounters. We did see plenty of antelope and crocodiles, however.

Were back at Daniels now, it’s been raining all day, so I took a little time to finish this post. Katy and I have only a few more days here before we head north for Burkina Faso, then from there back to San Diego on the 11th.

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Tamara’s Trip

As you know Tamara stayed behind to do little surfing. She tried to make a couple of blog posts via email that didn’t work for some reason so I put them on a page of their own.
– or click on the Tamara link at the top under the Crocodile.

We just got back from Mole where Ryan got mugged by a pack of Baboons (don’t worry he’s fine)… I’ll catch up tonight or tomorrow.

-George Green

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Update from Tongo

Here’s an update on our trip…
I deleted the previous post called “Passing the Baton” because this post contains that (edited) plus much more.

Katy and I got in to Accra around 1:30 pm Monday afternoon where we met Ryan and Abbrey who drove us to the Beachcomber guest house where the kids stayed their first day in Ghana. When we arrived we were met by the kids who were fittingly spending their last day in Ghana there. They all looked fit and healthy despite (or perhaps because of) the arduous adventure they’d just completed. Since I’d been following the Blog I already knew the Cliff Notes version of their trip, but it was great to hear some of the details. Based on what they told me the documentary should be something special, and its filming could probably be a documentary in itself, especially the part in Kumasi. As for the heartfelt posts about the classroom project and the Tongo family… that didn’t surprise me at all because I know the family they stayed with from a previous trip when Kirstin was in the Peace Corps, and I know what the schoolhouse conditions are like there. It’s so great that they’re actually going to be able to sit down at a real desk and beyond belief that they now have a computer lab.

We had a few hours to kill before dinner so we lounged around the Beachcomber patio, had a few refreshing drinks with a spectacular view of the ocean. After a while we noticed that Katy was missing. Not much later Ryan appeared and said she was locked in the bathroom of our room for the last half-hour but he was able to jimmy the door open. One thing about Ghana accommodations, unless you want to pay high western prices is that only about half of the things in your room will work. There’s always some plumbing, electrical or mechanical issue. In Katy’s case it was a problem with the door mechanism…It was falling apart and when she closed the door from the inside she was trapped, par for the course actually. Hot water? Forget it. There’s a bucket in every bathroom that you’re advised to fill before you “bath” or use the toilet in case the water goes out (bring a flashlight if it’s after dark). Katy asked about the light bulb in the bathroom and was told “oh no, it is gone”. Want to charge your phone? Well the guidebooks say to get the UK adapter but my experience is you see a lot of the European two prong outlets as well, often in the same room… and be sure to check the voltage on your charging device. If it’s an older charger that’s not rated for 100-240 volts it’ll fry. And, by the way, try not to touch metal parts of anything plugged in as the grounding codes don’t seem to be universally adhered to.
That night we went to Frankies’ where we had our last western meal for a while (and the kids their first in a month), then we saw them off at the airport where they all gave Abbrey big hugs.

As for us, Kirstin is showing us the same attractions the kids experienced. In our previous trip we saw the sacred crocodiles of Paga, The Slave Castle, The Canopy Walk, etc., but not the Tafi Atome monkey sanctuary, Cedi’s Beads, or Mole.
The next morning we left for the trip up north through the Volta region with plans to visit the aforementioned places before continuing on to Mole with a sleepover at the Paradise Mountain Guest House. We wound-up pretty-much lost in the hills for most of the time but did find a random Kente Cloth village that turned out to be a lot of fun as we trekked through the village to a place where a couple of teenagers were weaving outside under a shade tree. We thought that might be the whole show but were then led to the main “factory” where around 25-30 looms with 8 or 10 weavers who were hard at work under a large enclosed building. So we got lots of videos, photos, and even purchased some cloth. This area also had quite a few drum vendors, usually just one or two guys selling their handmade drums from stalls by the roadside, so we stopped at one and picked-up an oblenten for me and a small djembe as a present. The lone vendor, who was carving out logs for the drums he was crafting, was more than happy to demonstrate the tone and quality of each to help us decide which ones to buy. After a bit more random wandering we found the road to the Monkey Sanctuary and off we went… along the way we saw a family of Baboons sitting on the side of the road…awesome! Just before we got there we bought a bunch of mangos from one of the countless produce merchants lining the streets at every stop. If you catch the eye of one merchant watch out because you’ll get more than you bargained for; you’ll get them all. At this particular stop there were at least six girls, arms laden with mangos which they shoved into the car for our inspection all competing with one another to sell us their fruit. We figured if the monkeys liked bananas they’d go for the mangos as well. At the sanctuary the little beggers were just as greedy for us as for the kids…even Abbrey fed them. However when we ran out of bananas and offered the mangos, they wouldn’t touch them. The couple that tried a taste spit it out and told the others to stay away with a little high-pitched chirping sound. The plan was to spend the night at the guest house there but it was full of Europeans and the home stay offered by the proprietors of the sanctuary didn’t sound too appealing … we were pretty gross by then. We opted to circle back to the Mountain Paradise Guest Lodge. Before we left, we took the “nature tour” at the sanctuary that was actually little more than a short walk through the woods with lots of very aggressive ants that crawled up your pant legs and bit you. Kirstin said the kids did an “ant dance” on this “tour.” I recommend you skip this part if you ever get there and just feed the monkeys.

We were traveling in Abbrey’s Toyota Carina which, loaded with 5 people and luggage, sits a bit too low for all but the best West African roads…. The kids have probably told you about West African roads by now :-) . Anyway we had to get out and walk part way up the hill on the way to the guest house, basically the part where the kids entered the jungle on their trip to the waterfall to a part of the road that wasn’t quite so steep. Once we were settled in our rooms we were able to enjoy the view of the jungle and mountains beyond while enjoying drinks on their hanging bar at the edge of the mountain/jungle precipice while our meals were being prepared by the owners. We then came in to a sit-down feast and hit the sack. It rained that night and when I got up I was treated to a spectacular view of a stormy jungle mountain sky. One feature we didn’t get to experience was Sherri the cute but obnoxious kitten the Kirstin blogged about. Sherri was eaten by a dog before our arrival. While we were checking out, Katy was enamored by a traditional African game called Oware that involves moving handfuls of beads around a series of trays. It wasn’t the game so much as the hand-carved crocodile bowl container she wanted. It just so happened that they sold them there so she scored big time for only 20 Cedis (about 13 US dollars). Then it was down the mountain again with a goal to get to Cedi’s by 11am.
Cedi was getting ready to travel to Accra after a trip to the states,  however, he knows Kirstin and hung around long enough for us to get there. When we arrived we were the only people there other than his staff and he gave us a personal tour of the facility including some of the new things he’s working on. I have a great video of the whole visit that I’ll share when we get back. Cedi’s place is really nice but the access road is a real challenge for small, overloaded Toyota cars and we bottomed out several times both going in and coming out. Going out we were significantly heavier due to all the beads Kirstin and Katy had crammed into their bags. Then it was off to Kumasi. Because of the route we had taken (we had to double back to get to Cedi’s) we wound-up on a trucking route to Kumasi that was riddled with huge potholes from all the big trucks. While going over one of the more “technical” parts of the road a railroad track severed the Carina’s tailpipe. We drove the last 60km to Kumasi with no muffler so we couldn’t listen to the cool FM IPOD player we’d set-up. We arrived in Kumasi well after dark, found rooms and hit the sack with plans for the morning to fix the Toyota (Abbrey), go Moto Shopping (Ryan), and hit the Market (Kirstin and Katy). As for myself, I had somehow injured my Achilles Tendon on my left heel and could barely walk so I stayed in the hotel for that morning. Abbrey got his tailpipe welded and new rear tires installed, Ryan couldn’t find a moto that suited his needs, and the market was packed so Katy and Kirstin had a great shopping spree. We were on the road by 1pm. The initial plan was to sleep at Mole that night and go on a walking Safari the next day, but with my heel I wouldn’t have been able to handle it so we drove on to Kirstin’s home in Tongo. We’ll be able to spend even more time in Mole than initially planned in a few days.

Driving at night on African roads is an adventure in itself. Speeding along in the dark at 90 km/hour, the pothole fields come at you like level 11 in a driving video game with 10 levels. The speed bumps at police stops and various community areas along the way require you to nearly stop the vehicle to get though. There are many police stops and commerce checks and because Abbrey was driving with a car full of white people he was stopped quite often for questioning. We finally arrived at Kirstin’s place around 10:30pm. Howa walked down from their house to greet us and after a quick bite to eat and we crawled into bed to sort things out in the morning. After a couple of days in Tongo my Achilles issue went away. I’ll send another update soon about our stay at Kirstins’ house and the progress of the school project but now Ryan and I have are gong to jump on our bikes and peddle to the school.

…ttfn, George

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Quick Reflection

Wow I cant believe we’re back. That was by far the best month of my life. Reflecting back on the trip as a whole I couldn’t have asked for a more fulfilling experience. This trip has caused me to appreciate all the things I have been blessed with in my life greater than ever before. I also feel a sense of pride and success knowing that we all came here for selfless reasons and we were able to complete all of our projects. The friendships and relationships that I have formed on the trip will be with me forever. All the people here are so amazing, friendly and hard working and that is something that is truly admirable. I am so grateful to have been given this opportunity and it has been without a doubt the best adventure in my life. This trip wouldn’t have possibly happened if I hadn’t had Kirstin as my teacher so I have so thankful that this all worked out the way it did. Medasi (thankyou)

-Luke McCue

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Travelers Inn…

Here’s my Mom in one of our Bolgatanga haunts. We just enjoyed a pineapple juice after a bit of marketing. To all my ducklings back home: I miss you! Love Auntie Kirstin

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back to reality

Coming back home from a dream that changed my views about life made me appreciate everything I have like a flushing toilet and not having to worry about bugs crawling up on me while I sleep. This trip was my first one out of America and the best one I have taken. It showed me how life is rough in other parts of the world and those who have less live happier than the ones who have more. The hardest thing I experienced there was looking at the children in the school all cramped up in a small classroom sitting on the floor with no desks or books. It made some of us cry but thanks to all the fundraising and support we had from back home we were able to furnish the classrooms and give them computers, it was a successful project. I feel that I became more open to others and down to earth. This trip made want to explore the world and travel everywhere. I just want to thank Kirstin and Ryan for being the best uncles and the whole group you all made the trip super fun. I love you all and I hope we can all go back again to the place where we all learned how to appreciate life, Ghana.



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4 in the Morning

As I rolled awake at 4:04  this morning, (thanks to our good buddy jetlag) I thought it was the perfect time to write a blog. When better then in these early hours where my body still believes I am across the ocean and 7 hours ahead?
As I have been telling everyone who asks, my trip to Ghana was incredible. It was mind-opening, adventerous, hard, and so much fun. All of those statements drip with cheesyness and cliches but they resonate so true. The pure awe which my drive home from the airport contained show me how truly changed I am from this experience. Never again will I take for granted running water, hot showers, flushing toilets, food, paved roads, or so many other necessities of American life that don’t really exist in other parts of the world. My experience in Ghana made me so confident and excited for further travel experiences. I hope that sleeping in a tree in the jungle with 13 european strangers, or showering by camel back don’t become my most insane travel memories. This trip not only affected me for the month I was there, but I can already tell it changed me and my worldview as a whole. Thank you so so so much Kirstin and Ryan for making this trip possible. The group was so great, and I love every single one of you.
I’m very happy to be home, but I can’t help but think about my further travels to come. Not quite sure which one of the chaperones I had this discussion with, but I do believe I have been bitten with the travel bug. The trip to Ghana rocked my world.

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Words Of Wisdom! By: Simonne

In Ghana there are some basic rules of survival. Don’t ever use your left hand, always have your own toilet paper roll, don’t EVER leave wet clothes outside, and tuck in your mosquito net. After getting these things down I was golden! With the exception of unplanned happenings. Like the day me and Maya were taking a shower and the water turned off right before we finished rinsing out the soap and conditioner. No big deal because thankfully we used Kirstin’s camel back to finish rinsing off. Or my favorite, the time I poured myself a glass of water and made the big mistake of not looking into the cup before serving myself. I swallowed and spit out a half alive termite! Basically I am saying in life it’s better not to have expectations, and learn how to handle the unexpected. My strategy is to laugh things off, and keep it cool. I’d like to think this trip made me a lot more easy going and down to earth. Thank you to my fellow travelers, the chaperones, and to all my new Ghanaian brothers and sisters. <3
Much Love,

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