I asked whether any of the buses had toilets. “No,” the man chuckled, “But all you have to do is tell the driver and he will stop the bus so you can set yourself free.”
Author: Camille Armantrout
Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
And then, we are broken down again, this time for the last time. The bus is no longer ‘spoiled’, it is ‘finished.’
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Our First Wild Elephant
Last week, we made a short trip to Mole National Park to see elephants and were not disappointed. The elephants were AWESOME! No other word than that overused word will do. Awe inspiring. So big, gentle, affectionate, and at times comical. I watched and watched as they fed, bathed, played and just stood still. We […]
Excerpts from my journal: July 26, 2012 It’s a Snap I had a big smile on my face after shaking hands with Siska, our host at Stumble Inn resort in Elmina. For a month I’ve been trying to master the Ghanaian handshake and was finally able to pull off “the snap” with Siska’s help. The […]
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Timely Reading
“A Geography of Time – the temporal misadventures of a social psychologist” was timely reading as I attempt to reconcile the differences between Ghana time and my own westernized tempo. It occurs to me that culture shock is mostly about adjusting our pace to that of our new surroundings. Or at least to understanding […]