Friday (and a bit of Saturday)

We had intended on visiting some of our water projects today, but the fates
conspired against us. It took Dr. Addae 59 minutes to upload an attachment
at the worst internet caf� in the world. It took me ages to book my ticket
home for Christmas. It took forever to get some money to pay for the water
to fill our tanker so it can fill the reservoirs. Tomorrow we�ll be on the
road with the tanker.

Christmas. I hadn�t intended on coming home, but things change. A year away
from Carly and my family is a bit too long, so I�m going to be back for a
couple of weeks. I am hoping to do some work as well. We are trying to get
affiliation with a university in Seattle for the school of natural medicine,
so I will probably head down there. I might try a bit of small-scale
fundraising as well. I�m sorry if it seems like I�m chickening out a bit.
Coming home has nothing to do with wanting the comforts of Canada, such as
more than two channels and a hot shower. It�ll be nice to break up the
distance for a bit.

I tried fufu for the first time tonight. I don�t really know how to describe
it, other than a big ball of dough in soup. Unlike banku (bad) or kenkey
(much better), fufu is swallowed, not chewed. Every foreigner I�ve talked to
hasn�t liked it, but I found it really good. Maybe they chewed it.
Swallowing (semi-)solid food is a bit counter-intuitive, but overall, fufu
was way better than I expected.

As we were walking back to the van, I was ambushed by about 10 kids chanting
obruni. They were a lot bolder than before, coming up to me and basically
tackling me. I took a couple of pictures. They smiled (kids are the only
Ghanaians who smile for photos) and then went absolutely bonkers after the
flash went off. I wish I could have gotten a picture of that.

I�m going to end today with a bit more about the Habs. I miss watching them,
especially since it�s been so long. And even more especially when I hear
that my cousin sat beside Jean Beliveau on Tuesday when they beat Boston. I
somehow doubt he was in the nosebleeds.

It�s now Saturday. The tanker driver had a funeral to go to so we didn�t go
around with him. Instead, I met up with Martin, this Welsh guy I met who
lives near me and we went out for pizza. To a gas station. It was really
good, although slightly more expensive than a meal elsewhere. About 6 bucks
for an 8 inch pizza. Tonight Joe and I are going out to the big nightclub in
Kumasi, so that should be fun.