It seems a bit surreal to write the the date since January in associated in my mind with snow and cold. David and I are sitting down to breakfast amongst palm trees and sea breeze. Two lizards just walked by... David just told me he is considering adding a mesh shirt to his wardrobe.
Yesterday morning I moved through cool Belgian air in a taxi cab, feeling acutely sentimental thanks to some excellent EZ rock. The plane ride was long, but relatively comfortable. Have you ever seen Con Air? The start of the flight was kind of like that. There was a gentleman sitting at the back of the plane who was being deported from Belgium. Apparently he was refused entry in Brussels and was being returned to Liberia. Unfortunately, he was refused entry into Liberia as well, so the poor fellow was sent right back to Brussels. When we first got on the plane this gentleman was irate and screaming about the injustice of it all. I guess it wasn't really that much like con air.
We got into Accra in the evening and found a cab to take us to our hotel, we tried to use our bargaining saavvy to get a 'good price' but that totally back fired and we, sweaty and tired, just agreed to pay whatever. We moved through the hot Accra air, that smelled like fire and the sea.
We had a joyful reunion wiu marco and jen and sat down to a meal . I had peanut soup, which was like a thick sauce! Delicious. We sat around listening to stories that I'll recount in another post. Breakfast beckons presently!
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