Back in K-town (not the Ontario one)

I’m back home and am all alone. Dr. Addae’s in Accra. Being alone stinks, especially when you’re exhausted from getting three hours sleep on a floor with a knapsack for a pillow and 6 hours in a bus yesterday and 6 hours in a tro-tro today. No Faw-King Long buses with air conditioning this time around—we went budget, which is just as well considering how much I spent in Accra. But I don’t think I’m going to tro-tro between Accra and Kumasi again. So uncomfortable and I’m probably going to get a blood clot from it!

It was a great night though. I had an amazing double cheese burger and a great pizza and got to watch the Super Bowl. Too bad the game wasn’t particularly great. And the half-time show seemed so bad, but the sound and picture on the TV weren’t in sync, so that might have had something to do with it. I’ll be back down there in three weeks for the gold medal hockey game if Canada’s in it.

Sorry for the repetition, but I can’t remember everything I wrote this morning before I left. That’ll happen.