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Hundreds of New Friends- A Visit to Rural Ghana
Power and running water are two things I definitely took for granted back in Canada (also: sidewalks and relatively cheap cheese). Over the past few weeks, I’ve had to endure cold bucket showers, going...
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That Time I Had Malaria in West Africa
Well, it happened. After a little too much ambivalence about the whole malaria prophylaxis thing, a little bugger bit me and infected my blood with gross parasites. Welcome to my malaria story. A week...
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Prettiness and Primates
After a whirlwind weekend I am now recovering with a new limp and some puncture wounds on my arm. Both maladies were totally worth it though, because I got to play in not one but two waterfalls, make...
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BIG NEWS (again): I’m moving to NYC! (In October)
I am overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation yet again (this is becoming a regular occurrence). I just booked a 3-month stay in the East Village, Manhattan, from October 4, 2013-January 4, 2014....
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That Time I “Acted” on a Ghanaian Soap Opera
Living in Ghana definitely has its downsides. There were the injuries from falling into an open gutter, my flooded floors after a rainstorm, those weeks my bed was infested with biting ants, that time...
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That Time I Thought I Was Going To Be Murdered By A Baboon (And Other Safari...
A bit delayed but… Back on Easter weekend, I went on my second African safari! Here’s the story. It’s long and chronological. Deal. I’ll be honest, I was a little on the fence about heading up North...
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Golden Goodbyes: A Tribute to Fleeting Friends
On my first flight to this place, I was too scared to sleep. I had hours to ponder the unknown, to hide my shaking fists beneath scratchy airplane blankets, and to attempt to drown out fearful thoughts...
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From West Africa To The East Village
Growing up in suburban Canada, I often dreamed about the places I wanted to see, the streets I wanted to walk, the experiences I wanted to live. I would see photos of the red dirt in Sub-Saharan Africa...
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Different But The Same
You would think it would be a stark change, going from the red dirt of Ghana to the concrete jungle of Manhattan. The buildings here are bigger, sure, and my pale skin and lack of Twi/Ga/Ewe language...
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New York, I love you.
It’s funny, I never had a lack of things to blog about in Ghana—everything was so different from what I had known and I knew most of my readers (hi Mom!) didn’t know much about West Africa. While NYC...
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