Anyinatiase, Ghana
We woke just before daybreak at 5:00 to the sound of the day beginning in the fishing village a hundred yards north of us up the shore of the lake. There were cockerels crowing, men talking to each other, the splashing of log canoes being prepared for the day's work and a rhythmic pounding which was most likely the women pounding the maize or cassava which forms the staple of their poor diet. It was still dark but I could see a promising glimmer over the la...