Sunday, October 16

The day was slow and hot. But at night Joe and I went to a �spot� in Kumasi.
A �spot� is essentially a bar. And apparently, Sunday night is a big night
to go out here, instead of a day to recover from Saturday night, watch
football and feel guilty about all the work you didn�t do. We got there just
after six and had a few frosties and danced until about 9, then headed back,
stopping at a little food stand to get some corn porridge and what I�m
pretty sure was the Ghanaian grilled cheese sandwich. It had an omelette
with fish in it, as well as cheese. Omelettes here all seem to have fish in
them, which is actually pretty good. All in all, it was a good
post-night-out meal, although I would have sold my soul for a large poutine
or a McChicken and fries. It�s funny how needing food after the bar is
universal.

Being out was lots of fun, but also pretty surreal. Imagine having a normal
night out at a club and then looking up and realizing that you are the only
non-local there. I don�t know why, but it really hit me that I am in Africa
and completely removed from what I used to consider normal. Simply going out
clubbing on Sunday night from 6 to 9 is weird enough!

On a completely unrelated note, Ken wanted to know which way the toilets
flush here. So I looked at ours (which has to be filled using a bucket from
the well) and it didn�t seem to spin at all. It just went. So I filled the
sink and when it drained, it appeared to spin counter-clockwise. But I can�t
even remember which way they go at home.