Like this:

Apprehension mounts, outrageous dreams persist.

I cannot even comprehend what 40 degree weather is going to be like at the moment when it’s gloomy in Vancity as usual. I’m excited to get my burn on (possibility of a tan for me is unlikely) but I also suspect that as soon as I step out of the airport in Accra my body will probably go into shock, I will sweat a river, my hair will fizzle into nappy locks, and my lungs will stop working, causing immediate suffocation. I wont even survive the first few gulps of air =P

For those of you asking why I would subject myself to this out of body experience, I will tell you. This year was so awesome. It was a year for taking leaps of faith, but I took it in bounds. I have never been so busy, so overwhelmed, so tired, so hungry or so satisfied with a year as I have been with this one. And it’s because I had a lot of trust, and I took a lot of risks, and I learned and grew way more then I could have anticipated.

My room mate was born in Ghana, and two of her Ghanaian friends who live in Vancouver are going back to their homeland to marry each other. When she asked if I wanted to come along, I was like SURE! and then it actually happened and I was like ehh okay I guess I’m really going. And now I’m like woot! because I realized just how much I really need a holiday and to step back from everything here and get some new perspective.

After the wedding in Accra, we are going to make like a beached whale, bake in the sun and eat a lot of strange but wondersome foods. We’ll be quite touristy, while trying to avoid looking touristy so that we’re not swindled of what little money we carry, and after we’ve ate our fill and grown ripe little burnt paunches and visited my roomy’s friends along the way, we will head to her hometown.

She says it’s small and there’s apparently not much to do, and I say that’s perf! Because I would love it if this trip wasn’t one of those holidays, where you need another holiday once you’re home (yea right, jet lag). I’m bringing 7 rather thick books and I intend to read them all. What’s nice is that for most of the trip we are living on the cheap by staying with my room mates family and friends.

Next, we will go to Cape Coast where there is a slave castle that was turned into a museum. There’s a national park nearby and someone said something about a rather frightening rickety bridge suspended hundreds of feet above ground. We return to Accra after that and fly to London and then home.

There are apparently internet cafe’s, charge by the minute, which I will blog from. Chances are I may not blog all that often, but leave comments people! Hopefully that will be enough incentive for me to keep yalls updated.

Cheers,

t.

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