Dodgy tro-tro rides and goat kebabs Well, let's just say that all the fun of my relaxing Saturday afternoon (taking a cool shower, freshening up, painting my toenails pretty pink and relaxing with the lovely little children who love to come over and draw with the coloured chalk I brought) was swiped out completely after simply going to catch a bus. I went for the tro at around 2. It turned up about an hour and fifteen minutes later, just about as I was getting...

A couple of weeks back in Zebilla: Workshops, power cuts and popcorn movie nights The last couple of weeks since the motorbike training have still been a whirlwind, but the speed is thankfully slowing now from a full blown tornado to a small wind storm. I have found myself starting to really settle in here and it's beginning to feel like home. At the end of the moto training whilst I was still in Bolga, I was staying with another volunteer who has been h...

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 "...