Ghanaian Hospitality

Luck travels with us this morning as we leave the Akofa Guesthouse in the village of Amedzofe, and squeeze into the last two seats on the “Tro-tro.” Fifteen of us bump shoulders down the rutted road through the forest. Once the road turns to pavement, we hump it to...

Funny About Photos

We ride as the lone passengers now, in the back seat of a taxi, as the driver navigates up a muddy mountain road, negotiating deep ruts and sharp rocks. As we climb the jungle-lined road, I wonder if our driver is even taking us to the town we expect. Ahh…I see a...

Hope in the Village

Despite Mare’s burning rash, we leave the cleanliness of our oasis, (KO-SA Resort) and challenge the African sun once again with a walk down the beach. We cannot reach the small fishing village, because of the skin on Mare’s stomach flaring with fiery bumps. We’re not...

Dancing Mare

The day I turn double-nickels, Mare brings me to Cape Coast for internet access. As I try to find the pathway to punctuation on the German keyboard, unsuccessfully, you will find my last entry written in a style that attempts to use minimal punctuation. Mare walks...

Why do I Travel?

I  wonder why I travel. Perhaps Mare and I share the common trait of wanting to be on the move, or just being somewhere different, with no particular goal. Arriving in a strange city late at night produces a bit of angst. All cities look different in the night....