Accra, Ghana
Whilst the first week back in Gbogame flew by, the last week seemed to go the slowest ever at times as you find yourself saying "this time next week we'll be packing/leaving the village/getting on the plane/be landing in England etc etc". It felt like we were just waiting to leave. But then at other times I'd find myself sat on the ol' bamboo bench under the tree thinking about how much we've adapted to being here. I'd look back to how I felt at the beg...