Queen Palace Lome

... She came back moments later with a big pink plastic mug of clear water. She handed it to Matt. I was waiting to see if he’d drink it and resolved that if he did then I was going to, too. Afterall, one thing I have learned from being here is that you should never refuse what has been given to you by a host. So, Matt took a sip, then me, Leslie, and Kayleigh. We passed the mug around again a couple times until it was empty. After some small ...

... to a man in english to get directions. (by the way, we had exchanged money before coming to togo, to avoid any scams/bad exchange rates and ensure that we understood the system of money before we went). <br><br>got our directions, stopped and bought juice and light snacks and started walking. <br><br>The roads were busy and often smelled rank from the garbage that people threw in the gutters on the sides ...

... kente scarves, a traditional style of weaving, for my family. I quickly learned that I had left this, like everything, to the last minute, but with the help of my friends in the village, we were able to work it out. First of all, the weavers lived in Abor, about 20 minutes on motorcycle from Dagbamete. The first night, Kwabla (the local necklace maker) went to Abor to see if they could do it. Unfortunately, I forgot to tell him what style I wanted and what names I wanted on the ...

... of the gifts that our group had brought (pencils, paper, etc.) Later in the afternoon, I played football with some of the locals (young kids all the way up to adults play). I had blisters on my big toes at the end of the match (I'm still not used to playing barefoot), but it a ton of fun. That night, Kwasi arranged a birthday celebration for two of the girls who had July birthdays. All of the village elders came out for the huge feast, and there was ...

... guard asked us what we had for her and Ann smiled and said "a big Canadian Smile" and she let us move on to the next step. The guard there could not find Dave in the computer expecting something. Dave said &#8220;Computers don't like me&#8221; and she finally found the right page to scan, so we could go on to the next stage. It is amazing how easy this has become. The final stage was no problem and we were in Ghana by 11:10. The car took much longer. <br><br>While waiting for the ...

... Brother, the Cousin/nephew and my host sister! It was ridiculous! <br><br>Pascal then decided to send me the code for some phone credit. I told Erica (my host sister) this and that I didn&#8217;t need it, but Mama then got all offended that I&#8217;d think her brother was &#8216;like that&#8217; (pssssh!!!) and decided I had to use it. I figured it&#8217;d only be about 450 cfa.. but when Erica put the code in my phone it turned out it was 9 000! That&#8217;s about ...

... to take the car and papers to one area. They look at the papers stamp them and tell him to go to another building to hand them in and then the car can go to Togo for their paper work. It turns out the computers at the new building are down so Ann and Dave decide to walk through the border crossing and start the process of getting out of Ghana and a visa into Togo. Van Damme came with us and with the help of a ...

... they HIV/AIDS cases or social cases or disadvantaged kids), BUT is it really necessary to write them out then read them out then copy out selected chunks into dossiers that it seems no one ever reads? Is it REALLY necessary to write reports when the people we went to visit weren't there? Surely there is a more efficient way than writing reports for each child in a family, EVEN WHEN THEY AREN'T THERE?! My writing/reading of the reports the ...

... rats, lizards, tarantulas, mosquitos in my room (or even all at once like one awesome time in Thailand) and even with cockroaches being there, on the floor. I can deal with there being no running water and no shower and peeing in a bucket. But not with there being cockroaches IN MY BED, and ON ME.<br><br>I didn't sleep much that night. <br><br>But now I have a nice big double mosquito net, so the cockroaches are destined to remain OUT of my bed, so all is well.<br><br>Sort of.

... jollof rice that&#8217;s soooooo good. Pam and Debbie bought some masks and other things from our friends there. On the way back home, we had the taxi driver stop so that we could take a picture next to the signs of Obama with Ghana&#8217;s President. We were the &#8220;crazy white people&#8221; out on the street that day, lol. When we got home, Pam, Debbie, and Seshie packed their things. They left for Kumasi. I waited at home for Aunty Mercy to come back. She had a ...