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.
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.
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.
I had my phone with me and yet I failed to take pictures of this lavish spread…I will get the hang of this.
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…