Last One

Today was the shortest work day in the history of the world. I spent maybe forty-five minutes at the office. And at least three hours commuting. Seriously. I already wrote about trying to get to Kumasi this morning, so I won’t repeat that. When I finally got to the office, we worked for half an hour, then decided that we didn’t want a repeat of Saturday and left early. But of course there were no tro-tros to Kwamo, so we had to get on the public bus which is actually pretty good, but it takes forever to fill up and it doesn’t leave til it’s full.

Grace made this huge lunch of kenkey with pepe. I guess the best way to describe that is dough nachos with salsa. It was great. I’m now at home, nervous, because the lights keep flickering. I know the power is just waiting to go off. The lines are probably being disturbed by all the sunshine or total lack of wind or somebody’s bad thoughts. That’s all. Tomorrow is my last day in Kumasi. I’m excited, but a little sad to be leaving as well. It’s pretty strange to think that on Thursday morning, I’ll be in Amsterdam, surrounded by white people and winter. If I can get on the internet there then I’ll post. If not, I’ll put something up Thursday afternoon (B.C. time) before I head over to Shawnigan. Either way, the next time you hear from me, I’ll be on a different continent.