Durbar Court Hotel Kumasi

... so I have no idea where I will be sleeping tomorrow night. All I can do is trust. The bus schedule in the travel book that I carry will most likely be incorrect because it wasn’t right about the schedule in Accra. After breakfast and farewells, I will take a taxi to the STC station and get my ticket for the next bus going to either Tamale or Bolga. Depending on how long the wait is, I will either come back to KNUST or ...

... the locals’ p**ception of the lake before Bello and Patrick started taking photographs. Patrick draped himself in a white sheet, much like a Jedi, and Bello took pictures of him on the dock area. A local man became v**y upset and started shouting at Bello. The man’s friends gath**ed behind him and the whole situation started to escalate because Bello seemingly taunted them by draping the sheet ov** himself and tried to explain that it was just art and ...

... those back home. Watching overwhelming numbers of people living in really poor conditions as we passed by on the bus made me a little sick to my stomach, that and the bumps. Obviously, I knew it would be but it is such a shock to actually be here and experience it. It is only my first day, and I'm sure I won't be quite as shocked in a few days. I arrived at Tech Junction and got off the bus to swarms of taxi driving all jockeying to take ...

... sufficient so we could continue. At the first police check they asked Sanga for the car’s papers and then his international driver’s license. Sanga shows the police officer his Canadian driver’s license and that seems to be enough. At the next stop the police officer asks for the same thing but does not accept his Canadian license as the international one. He asks Sanga to come with him and wants Sanga to go back to the car and ...

... uppsok inte Tamale Hospital. Sok istallet upp Peace Corp.suboffice. Later ju enkelt men ingen hade hort talas om dom. Nu var det nastan lunch och det var varmt varmt varmt, ca 44-45 grader. Funderade pa om ett stort sjukhus kan vara sa daligt som dom fick det att lata men allt annat hade varit som det stog i boken sa jag var inte sa sugen pa att aka dit. Jag ar ju forsakrad sa jag ringde forsakringbolaget och bad dom fa fram en lakare. Dom lat tveksamma men skulle forsoka ...

... inte heller lagga ett stort svart moln over familjen och huset nar hon var arg. Mannen behovde lugn och ro efter en hard arbetsdag. I min grupp var det bara man och sa jag... Pastorn sa ocksa att det kunde vara mannens fel om kvinnan ofta var arg. Mannen maste da lara kvinnan lite mer om vad som fanns i bibeln, hon hade troligtvis inte forstatt all innebord av texten i bibeln. Jag var helt trollbunden av pratet, menade verkligen pastorn och de andra nickande mannen allvar? Sedan kom ...

... my legs wide apart and sleep like a baby. So I did every single night of my stay, often I'd go to bed before 8 PM. The school itself is very charming, with its modest facilities fitting perfectly to the environment of the location. I love everything about it, from their bamboo micro-forest to the way lectures are delivered under the shade of a mango tree. They have been around for over 25 years now, initiated from scratch by Mr. Noah Owusu Takyi, it is now both ...

... things. Come see, it's worth it! Kum*si deixou-me como primeir* impress*o um p*is profund*mente religioso, os p*sseios est*ndo inund*dos de p*ineis indic*ndo igrej*s com um leque de nomes que roc* * *bsurdid*de. Nunc* vi t*nt*s. Depois n*o s*o so *s igrej*s, s*o t*mbem *s escol*s, os centros de form*c*o e *te negocios de todos os tipos e feitios que mistur*m Deus e Jesus com s*p*tos e c*belos, um* *utentic* feijo*d*. Tinh* por exemplo um* dess*s roulotes onde vendem piteu - *qui ch*m*m-se ...

Another truck birthday and this time it's Mr Tom Barsby's. Waking up to the sound of waves again we strolled bleary eyed down to the sea for a quick dip and body bash to start the day off. Oliver at 6am others, like me, just before 8. The steely grey sky meshing with the ocean to create an eye of a storm kind of atmosphere. Whilst enjoying breakfast we watched the ocean and noticed a front sweeping across it. A band of black edging ...

Hey!  How?  So we are now in Ghana.  But before telling you all about our wildest communications in English, a final story from Burkina. After finding some internet in Ougadougou on Sunday afternoon, we found that Taichi and Ai (a Japanese couple who we had spent a week travelling with in Mauritania) were still there.  We had not expected to meet them again on this trip as our schedules were differing, but they had been hanging around to get their ...