So Mallory, I think I predicted my schedule here quite well. First few days: discomfort coupled with intrigue, week one: I want to go home NOW, week 2: This is pretty okay, week 3: I think I will miss it here, week 4: Acceptance of imminent homecoming. I'm guessing week 5 will be acceptance mixed in with excitement and a bit of stress at not having done everything. Kelly, I definitely still remember you saying "Uh...do you plan to have any fun at all, then?" after I told you about this time table, and yes. I did and and I did. However, right now I'm a bit exhausted by everything now. Like I've just gone for a long run. It feels good, but I'm ready to go home. But not particularly anxious about transporting myself there. I can't even describe to you how amazing the thought of being in my own bed is. There are so many simple things that will feel amazing. I will list some, for funsies. Drinking a cup of ice cold milk, having first treat yogurt, eating sliced cheddar cheese. Boneless meat. Wheat bread. Vegetables. Fruit. Using a washing machine, smelling freshly washed clothes, putting on entirely fresh smelling items after showering. A warm shower with regular water pressure, and that dry clean feeling after stepping out of the shower and into a soft towel. Collapsing on my leather couch and watching a good movie. Using a seatbelt. Drinking out of a cup. Washing off my "tan". Calling faraway friends. Driving. Waking up after 6. Going to bed after 9. Opening a fridge. Ice water. Guitar. Cats. And obviously people. Everything is going to feel so grand and comfortable.
This weekend trip was cut short by efficiency. On saturday we went on a hike to the bat caves, which was thrilling and terrifying. The caves were very claustrophobic and smelled like bat feces, and the constant flapping and screeching of the bats gave me the willies. But it was worth it, I think. The guys who do the hikes were overly nice and chased down the taxi that brought us there, insisting that he had cheated us and we needed our money back. We said thank you of course, and they thanked us for thanking them. Itchy plants grew rampant along the hike, it turned out, and we were itching ourselves like crazy on the drive back (during which, by the way, I could feel the ground on the bottom of the tiny taxi). So they gave us cocoa butter and baby powder, which is their solution to anything skin related. It didn't help but it was nice. Then we drove 2 hours to the monkey sanctuary, where we fed mona monkeys peanuts and saw black and white colobus monkeys in the trees. The guide said there were zebras in the forest, but we didn't see any...When we got back to Techiman I suggested we go to the bus stop and see if the last bus for Kumasi had left, just to save us having to spend the night. Luckily, Ghana is Ghana and we were able to catch the 6 o'clock bus at 6:40. All this enabled me to be home by 9, to drink sangria with francis and watch harry potter!
Mum, you will absolutely thrilled to discover that this also allowed for a trip to church. Not really as exciting as one would expect, but worthwhile all the same. They made fun of me and Alice with some story about how fire is hottest when it's white, so they wanted to gather around the white bits and get fire from them. Bizarre. Managed to get a sneak video of the singing. The things I do for you people...:] Only lasted about 2 1/2 hours, so we were lucky!
More later...Maeve just got here so I'm going to talk to her for a bit.
Still can't believe I come home so soon.
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