So. It's been a while, but in this case, lack of writing = lack of downtime = lack of badness.

In other news, I still loff Ghana.

After lunch on Tuesday, we loaded back onto the bus and proceeded to get stir-crazy (at least, I did) driving to Tafi-Atome, a village near the Ghana-Togo border, which is home to both monkeys and humans. Upon getting there, we discovered that the drizzly rain that had accompanied the last half-hour of the trip had driven the monkeys back into the trees, and that if we wanted to see them, we'd have to come back the following morning, before an already-packed day. And so, we loaded back onto the bus for the two-hour drive to our hotel.

I was pretty set on calling Jon that night, since I hadn't from either Kumasi or Elmina, but our floor had only one phone - a payphone at the entrance. The reception desk, fortunately, sold phone cards - ¢16,000 for 50 units which couldn't have lasted more than five minutes. I bought two after dinner.

Couldn't use them immediately, though, because Fran wanted to have a sort of roundtable to process the trip thusfar. It was good - people pointed out some things I hadn't realized, I whined about having been a pretty big bitch about buying a camera that costs as much as a teacher is paid in a year, although I was spaced out enough to not really be lettering things sink in. Still, it was helpful - there's a lot to reconcile here, moreso than in China.

And then - I called my boy, gigglegrin. We talked a little but left a lot of silence - just believing (or trying to) that we had each other at the end of the line. Then, went back to my (un-air-conditioned - it was leaking) room and wrote wistfully to the boy.