Great Luck Hotel Kumasi

Anoth** day of presentations has come and gone. This morning, Ireland native Anna McLeod presented a Pow**Point presentation about the art she and h** compatriots created recently with themes relating to environmental sustainability. Their art off**s a broad** p**spective of the Irish landscape that includes the urban areas as well as the lush rural images which are what most of us think of when we think of Ireland. One artist named Gareth borrowed two ...

... he left, to the surprise of almost no-one. Our guide could not get good cell phone reception in the lake valley so we managed to procure three taxis to take us to the next village wh**e we could find a tro-tro. When we arrived at the next village and boarded the tro-tro, we realized that Hanni was missing.

Myself, Beatis, Charlie, Ishtvan, and our guide (whose name is Boat) raced back down to the lake and the oth** half of the group stayed in the v**y small ...

... Belo (sp?) got me up to speed on things. Apparently we're going to the beach sometime tomorrow to play volleyball. Ok, not what I expected, but very nice. I still don't know when I'm speaking but I'm sure I'll know sometime tomorrow. I just got interrupted and they're moving me to a different floor. I have a room to myself and I'm freaking tired. Showered. Going to bed, trying not to be apprehensive or nervous about tomorrow. Love to all. Josh

... way. When we stopped she came up to the car and showed us the reading on the gun. How strange that was! Once again, Sanga talked us out of a unreal situation!!!

We got to Kumasi after dark and drove around quite a while before we found the hotel that Sanga had stayed at on his way down to pick us up. It was a very nice hotel, the best so far. We ate at the chicken shish-kabobs at the restaurant and crashed once again feeling quite exhausted.

... och hon skrev massa saker, tog tempen 39.9 och sa sa hon Malaria. Jag ville veta med sakerhet sa jag blev sant till ett lab for blodprov, deras hade stangt for helgen. Nasta lab var ocksa stangt sa taxikillen foreslog sjukhuset sa vi akte dit. Vi akte 1 minut langre bort och han ville ha mer pengar fast jag vet att han saftade pa rejalt redan vid forsta priset och jag blev sa arg. Jisses vad manga fula ord jag kunde pa engelska, han blev lite chockad av min reaktion och sedan ...

... Jag sa dock inte att jag inte har last bibeln... Pratet fortsatte och mannen var helt emot det jag sa men da sa pastorn att han holl med mig, man ska inte sla sina barn. - Hur ska vi gora da? Om dom gor fel saker pa mandag och tisdag och onsdag, vad gor vi da? Alla vande sig till mig och jag forsokte forklara att man pratar med barnen och forklarar vad som ar ratt och vad som ar fel. - Vid vilken alder? 8 ar? - Nej nar dom ar sma. - Men sma barn forstar inget. Pastorn fick nu hjalpa ...

... manure, mixing up, weeding again, placing the pegs and sowing. And this is the only time you'd ever get to undergo some mild physical exercise, prone to fix you some calluses turning blisters. After the bed is ready, just "throw" your seeds in and make sure to water it ONLY when needed. I didn't do that and ended up spoiling my first sowing by overwatering my poor seeds, only two of them (out of about thirty) ever getting to germinate. Excess of water just ...

... o pr*z** pelo dinheiro f*cil no resto dos p*ises d* CDEAO. *****i*nos *o g*ni*nos, * v**d*de e que os *r*mes f*rp*dos j* comec*r*m * s** um* decor*c*o frequente n* p*is*gem d* cid*de, d*ndo * pequenos p*l*cetes o *r d* Emb*ix*d* dos EUA. No di* que cheguei * escol*, um dre*d tinh* sido incendi*do *li p**tinho, devo t** f*lh*do por um* quest*o de minutes. Foi *p*nh*do com * boc* n* botij* e * popul*c*o chutou * lei do pneu e deixou os restos do individuo *li mesmo, em frente * c*s* em quest*o.

... soaked. Jay and a few others took the opportunity to dive back into the sea for a body surf amongst the storm swept waves. We left camp at 10 and stopped off at a random little town for cook group shopping. Managed to find very busy market selling massive slabs of meat and fish of every size and colour. Unfortunately slightly too expensive for our budget not to mention smelly beyond belief. From there we headed up along the ...

... to meet later for dinner. So, at 8pm, we pulled up outside the Mission Catholique (their hostel) as agreed, and found Ai and Taichi worried that what had seemed like a hangover that morning was in fact the first set of symptoms for malaria.  They thought it would be sensible to go to the hospital for some tests, and we offered to accompany them to help out with language (Mrs) and offer moral support (Mr).   The taxi driver drove us up to the ...