Food lover or glutton?

It has been great, but I cannot contain my joy in returning to Ghana; back to exercise and eating healthily. Our last stop was Amsterdam and it has indeed confirmed my need to return home and start whipping this body into shape again. The fine line between loving one’s food and simply gluttonous behaviour has been drawn, and I have walked it.

Malaria in a Malaria-free country

It has taken me almost two years to become sufficiently knowledgeable about all the symptoms of Malaria. But I have recently been educated, whilst in a country that is malaria-free. While still making nice in Nice, one of my brood came down with what began as chills – which I am guilty to admit were dismissed as “it’s cold in the apartment…it’s warmer outside”. We were stepping out to enjoy one of those balmy European summer evenings and to be honest did not give her complaints a second thought.

Number three is not that bad

It was not the same as it probably would have been had I been sitting at Soccer City in Johannesburg huddling together with other soccer fans braving the cold.
I was instead in a bar-cum-restaurant in Bastille called Le Lounge Bar in Paris, which is great for watching the traffic go by, the cocktails, the free wi-fi and the food which is definitely value for money.

Soccer madness in a soccer-mad country

You’ll be hard-pressed to find a pub or bar in Accra on a Wednesday night that is not showing a match of the English Premier Football League or any other regional match.

This is what we do here. We are keen followers of soccer, and true to form have been caught up in the fever of the 2010 World Cup; not only because it is for the first time ever being played on the Continent, but because Ghana’s national team – The Black Stars have made it into the next round, a step away from the quarter-finals.

Red wine in 30 plus degree temperature

I went to a tasting of the Beaujolais Nouveau last night at the Novotel Hotel. A rather lavish affair, with respect to the spread of food that was laid out.

Gooey soft cheeses escaping their moulds in the thirty plus degree temperature, charcuterie, bread and of course the famous Beaujolais wine.
I had my phone with me and yet I failed to take pictures of this lavish spread…I will get the hang of this.
The marketing concept behind the Beaujolais Nouveau has been nothing but phenomenal with respect to the brand awareness that has come out of it. Everywhere in the world, where there is a big enough French Community, the third Thursday of the Month is when all corks of the “new wine” are popped as masses around the world celebrate the new harvest.

From Zero to Hero

I am not on Facebook, I do not have a ¬†Twitter account, I don’t know what Instant Messaging is all about and as of this morning my preferred methods of communication were sms (no abbreviations or short form for me either) and email. To some, I am a ‘technology philistine’, but truly I was having…