Did I really just sit on a crocodile?!! I mean, flipping heck! The minute I start to feel confident on the bike, and begin to say goodbye to the hot sweats and flushes of fear, they decide to throw us at a bunch of crocodiles! Why oh why can I never just say no?!!! As if the motorbike ride for three hours out to Paga wasn't stressful enough, we were to meet some crocodiles when we got there. Maybe that's why they do it, so that we feel like the moto-rid...

Moto training! Sunday morning I woke up in a hot sweat. Well, hotter that the usual hot sweat anyway. I knew something was wrong as it was accompanied by a slight trembling of the legs and a mild nausea in the pit of my stomach. I did try to get out of bed, but it all seemed a bit much, so I laid back down and tried to figure it out. Was it that last goat kebab I had eaten... (it was a little too spicy I have to admit!), or was it the aftermath of the insan...

A day in the office (and when to lie on a local broom!). Today has been a good day in the world of Em in Ghana. Up early and fresh from a bucket bath, my walk to work was, as always, a fun affair. Firstly, I kept tripping over these bright pink little things that were scuttling about everywhere, and realised that it must be piglet-bearing season for the pigs! I also then realised that it was these little pink rascals that were competing with the children for "...

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY! Here's to women all over the world. I have so far already met so many wonderful women here in Ghana . The photo is of some of the girls on a Sports and Literacy programme out in a rural community called Binaba. They are holding a letter they have written about their hopes for their future. They are beautiful, strong, and committed girls, full of potential, which the project aims to harness. I was told that this year's theme ...

Independence Day Today was Ghana's Independence Day - celebrating 55 years of independence from British colonial rule. The whole country has been preparing for weeks, with groups of children all over the country practising the marches in their droves; everywhere I went I saw school children in their blue or green or yellow and brown uniforms, lined up in rows in the school fields, or even in the streets, marching up and down in small careful steps, arms swin...