First Impressions

The fan spins but its still 33C when we go to bed. In the afternoon, it is 42C, but I'm starting to get used to it. The food is good, but my stomach is a little upset. I've been eating the Burkinabe way; with my hands.
We've been in the capital city for a couple of days now for in country trainning with the EWB longterm volunteers. On Monday, I will be heading off to the city where my job is. So far so good. We've even met a group of Rastas that are teaching us to play the Yambe (tamtam), the local language, and traditional dances, they're good folks.
People are very nice, but merchants are a little pushy. But, zith a little humour, I've realized thqt we could get away with a lot.

Safely landed

After painfully watching a Hue Grant romantic comedy on the plane, I was ready to get my butt off that Delta airplane. The 7 of us have finally safely landed in Ghana where we will be spending the next 30 hours on various buses to get to our beloved Burkina Faso.

You might have guessed it, but let me reconfirm. Bus rides here are not your average Montreal/Trois-Rivieres Greyhound. Losing a drive-shaft (what connects your back wheels to the engine) is not usually planned. But, our adventures spent on countless uncomfy bus seats gave us the chance to see the countryside.

The pictures, videos, and stories you've seen on TV are true but taken completely out of context. Kids might live in mud houses, but you haven't seen such genuine smiles since Charlie found the golden ticket.

Time to go

We're leaving today!