someone, please god give that baby a tit

Okay, so right now I am in Wa, the upper western capital of Ghana. For the past 3 days Eli and I have been back packing our way up and around Ghana, and will hopefully be back in Kumasi, in one peice, by Monday.
On Sunday we went to the "Tano Sacred Grove" (grove-/gro'v/[grohv]–noun 1. a small wood or forested area, usually with no undergrowth: a grove of pines.) and our tour guide spoke in extremely broken English very slowly, repeating everything he said 4 times. It was very pretty and a really nice walk. According to him the first people in Ghana were guided by a woman possesed by a spirit to a god in a brass bowl hiding under a rock. Interesting...
at least we laughed about it.
The next day we were to the Buoyem bat caves and hiked 18 km (around 13 miles) to get there, visiting various "rock formations" along the way. Also a nice hike, although I was sort of crabby pants because I was wearing $5 hiking sandals that weren't too good on my toes. Oh well, Eli is always trying to keep me upbeat so I survived :)
However, I am beginning to think that there isn't that much to see in Ghana...
It reminds me of when we were at the national museum in Accra. We had just walked around the entire museum, but as always Eli was slowly lagging behind, having only seen the first floor out of two, and the following conversation occured:
Eli: Is there anything interesting on the second floor?
Rebi: Is there anything interesting on the first floor?
Hehe...
Anyway, to get here to Wa we at first waited in Wenchi, a terrible little hot sweaty village with a terrible guest house, for EIGHT HOURS, then we got on a trotro that would not stop breaking down at 3 pm and didn't get to Wa until 1:30 am. We finally got to some random Numbu guest house with a paper thin mattress which you could feel the boards through, and conspicuously disgusting things sitting in the toilet...
I guess thats what you get for $3 a night though.
But today we started out the day right with a good breakfast of eggs, and some cute little old african man drove us to the icafe on his motorbike. Yay!
Later today we are going to see some "interesting" sights around Wa, then go to the Wechiau Hippo Sanctuary, which was actually rated by the UK as one of the top 3 sanctuaries in the world, so maybe there is something interesting on the second floor...
After Thursday we are going to the crocodile sanctuary, Paga, on the border of Burkina and Ghana, then to Bolgatanga to see a "witches" camp, for women who have been accused of witch craft and exiled from their villages. Then we will finally get to Tamale by Sunday, and hopefully get an STC (the most normal type of bus in Ghana) back to Kumasi.
If and when these things actually get done, I will blog about them.
I will impulsively write this, even though I have kept it from everyone but Steven, I chopped my dreads, like 2 months ago, because they were so hot and uncomfortable. So now I look like a boy. A short boy with a girly figure...ya not so much because of the 3 times/day carbs I intakes regularly.
Oh, and the title of this post is dedicated to the baby in the 10 hour trotro ride that would cry and cry until it was fed.
I miss everyone, and can't wait until my parents come for my birthday! I can't believe I'm going to be 19 in a couple days. I grew up so fast :)
Girls, keep your emails coming, I miss you sooo much.
Hugs all around.