RASTAFARA....

That title is for the benefit of Eli and only Eli :) Get a life and stop reading my blog.
Anyway...its been a while since I've been able to blog so I actually have a couple things to say! For one thing, we finished painting the blue room so that is awesome, we are going to start painting the mural tomorrow.
Okay so we went to Accra this past weekend, and good lord it was a long trip. It took us like 9 hours to get there, and then we found some random hotel and had candles cause the electricity was out and we all passed out. The next day Liane had a malaria relapse so we had to take her to the hospital. It was a complete disaster because the lab was so slow so she had to find a bed and wait for the results.
We ended up letting her rest and going to see the "National Museum" which was really small, and to be honest kind of pathetic. The exhibit at the Met is larger, and more interesting. Not to mention the fact that foreigners are charged more to enter. Boohiss.
After another 3 trotro rides we some how got to Kokrobite, the most awesome hippie paradise I have ever seen. We stayed in an open air loft (w/ mosquito nets, of course) and drank beer on the beach all night while litsening to live raggae...it was so awesome. "Rastafara" comes from the fact that most of the locals speak no english but somehow always manage to say "rastafara..." over and over.
They had an awesome fast food place in the village (fast food being rice and stew with maybe chicken or fish) so I had rice 4 times within 24 hours...still not sick of it yet. Its so good! They also sold some awesome patchwork clothes and jewelery, so for the first time I actually bought something other than food or stuff for the house.
I met a guy, David, 23 from Amsterdam, and he was really cool. He was a med student and was working in the North to get medical care to the small suburbs (villages, suburbs don't exist here.) It was so funny for one thing, because talking to him reminded me of me when I first came here (he had only been here for like 3 days), and I was giving him all these pointers. I felt like such a Ghana expert. And then I was telling him about all my plans for the future and he said I was the most forward thinking person he had ever met...thats new! haha no... We talked on the beach for a couple hours after the raggae show, and I tried to get him my email but he had disspeared. I left it with the reception. I'm never gonna talk to him again...haha.
Anyway we somehow got back to Kumasi and we stayed the night at Eli's because it was too late to get a trotro to Wiamoase. So now I am sticky and gross and probably smell and should be starving because its Yom Kippur but I am too lazy to keep it.
I'm trying to keep up with emails, but somehow its just too much work. It doesn't mean I love anyone any less, I am just bad with time management at the internet cafes.
Love and miss everyone.