So what are we doing down at Lumana Ranch these days? If you didn’t know, my parents left over two months ago… so my last post was a little dated. Granted I was sick for a lot of that time, nothing to catch up on there. Nowadays it’s Antonia, Sam, Bridget, and myself in the house. We’ve found that we’re never quite as well stocked on food as when Abbey was here, and we’re finally getting organized with the cooking schedule. Abbey was a little more prudent about such things. On the other hand, we finally fixed the burnt out light bulb in the bathroom. Apparently after six weeks of pooping in the dark we’d had enough!
Bridget making something yummy.
Bridget has taken over the living room again, coming in with a slew of girlfriends every night, making strong coffee, presumably studying for her exams. They’ve started “writing” and they should finish mid-may. Good luck girls!
I’ll try not to end any more paragraphs with exclamations.
My Mom sent me magic pills from the US that are supposed to take care of everything that ails me. I’ve been taking them for a few days and feel a bit better, so they’re either filled with sugar or they’re actually doing something. Only time will tell. I’ve felt well enough anyway, and have gotten back to wandering around the area when I have the chance. Had a good wander in Accra the other day as well. I had been dropped off at the Accra Mall and needed to get to the US Embassy to pick up mah drugs. A friend of ours has an Embassy mailbox and apparently you can send stuff via regular US Post and it gets transported to Ghana in a timely three weeks or so. Anyway, the cab drivers at the mall weren’t giving me prices that I liked so I just walked in what I thought was the general direction until the rates were down to something I felt good about. Then I walked all the way back. Accra is a really weird town. Next time I’ll try and take my camera so I can show you what I mean.
My brother is coming to Ghana next Saturday. You’re going to see all kinds of insane pictures of us riding elephants, defeating entire Ghanaian soccer teams, wrestling black mambas, and whatever else you think probably doesn’t go down in Africa. We’re going to do it all! He’ll only be here for 2 weeks, so maybe we’ll spend just about half chilling and half out doing sweet things. I’m dreaming about my aches subsiding enough that we can do some hiking up in the jungle near Ho. Wish me luck, or pray, or do whatever it is that you think improves my chances… nothing unsavory though, please.
Other notable things? Not sure. I started trying to learn to play chess a little bit. I hear it’s big in Ukraine, and Cole has convinced me that it’s the best way to make friends in such places. If it’s anything like carrying cigarettes and a lighter in France, it sounds good to me. So how are my skills of a chess master? I downloaded a little chess game on my phone and lost to the lowest difficulty level 10 times in a row. That’s difficulty level 1 of 10. Is it easier to make friends by providing a good match, or by getting your teeth kicked in? If it’s the latter, I’m set.
Now that I’m down to my last two months here in the land of the Black Stars, I’ve gotta make sure I finish my GH bucket list. This mostly includes a bunch of work for Lumana, and getting my Ghanaian cooking a little bit closer to Bridget’s level. There’s a funny kind of frankness about gender roles here… Bridget has informed me that as a male, I will never be able to attain her level of cooking. Anyway, I retaliated by putting some ice shavings from the freezer on her so I think we’re even.
Wow, fragmented! Catch you all later, and hopefully I’ll actually have a story to tell. Oh, and the opening picture was a nice evening over the farms out back. Here’s one I just grabbed as a storm was whistling through. Just barely got the shots and back inside before it started pouring.
