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Greetings! I just spent 3 nights on Lake Bosomtwe doing some major chillaxing. This is a fresh water lake 45 minutes southeast of Kumasi created a million years ago by a meteorite. I met two German volunteers while waiting for a shared taxi from the trotro station in the next town to take us to the lake. They had been here before and recommended Lake Inn Guesthouse and I'm glad I listened to them. It happens to be owned by a guy from Memphis who is engaged ...
... continent they are on, what’s the population, what are the capitals etc. we had fun and at the end the children asked me lots and lots of questions.
I then sat in on Isaac’s English class, I was very impressed and he did a great job of explaining the parts of a formal letter with only a few spelling mistakes. Then I relaxed with the teachers in the office for break and Patrick went and showed me nursery, KG1 and KG2. There was ...
... with my tom brown it was really good. After this breakfast we walked to the market, on every Monday a different market is open and it is full of everything very cheap compared to Swedru. So tomorrow Vivian will do shopping for the family at the market. So while we were at the market today we bought ingredients for fufu cassava, plantain and onga etc. while Grandma went and bought the fish Irene, Vivian and I walked back to Emmanuel’s ...
... was not locked, knowing full
well they could open the door I had to creep through and lock it. I
have to admit I was a big bit worried, but in the end they just left.
After that their were more monkeys, warthogs and the squirrel all
visiting but that was OK. Mike returned from his walk having seen 3
different lots of elephant, warthogs, baboons, different types of
... that adding anything to it,
like honey or jam, is the equivalent of putting herbs in a perfectly good smoothie.
Years ago I wrote about my crack baguette, the bread that I could never get enough of. Whose disappearance I still haven’t recovered from,
even though it’s been probably five years since it was mercilessly snatched from my breakfast plate. At one point, someone tried to pin the
demise of the bakery on me, for ...