Nothing much...

So my friends and I canned Cape Coast and are going next weekend. For today, we made the trecherous journey into Accra ("seat belts"are practically a four_letter word here- not to mention the near-death experience of 'tro-tros')...I had hoped the internet would be faster, but even in the capital, I may as well be using Dixie cups and string to communicate to the outter world....

Camp life still possesses the unique ability to push even the most well-adjusted to the brink of emotional collapse, for many, varied reasons. Luckily, I begin my real work on Monday. I have taken the liberty of transferring myself (with the help of one very good connection) to working in the World Food Program. I will assist in the morning feedings, as well as the bi-weekly weigh-ins. My primary responsibility will be in managing the 30 cases of most severe malnourishment...wish I had time to detail more, but I will say this is already giving me numerous ideas for a Master's thesis. In the afternoons, I will continue facilitating the women's adult literacy program.

For anyone who actually reads this, expect only one or two more posts before I leave. I wish the internet were better, because I have so many stories to tell. Oh well. Perhaps they'll be better shared over a few beers anyhow.

Much love.