Dear Diary... (day 7)

What a week.

Admittedly, I found the first few days tough. The heat, as I've said a thousand times, is exhausting, but the shops don't seem so far away any more and I’m actually sleeping all the way through the night (yes, I know, I sound like a baby…).  The meals no longer lead to cramping (initially, my tummy found it difficult to adjust to multiple palm oil based meals) and even the early mornings heralded by our cockerel don’t seem as bad.

I’ve enjoyed being reunited with my cousins, travelling independently (esp. my visit to Kokrobite to see Oskar) and making new friends (everyone seems to know there’s a Londoner in Dansoman). The people are just brilliant (full of life, eager to please and incredibly hard-working) and it’s great being so close to the sea (I also really can’t complain about the weather).

From gutter skipping (I'm a total pro) to sipping on "minerals" (Ghanaian term for bottled soft drinks), riding on tro tros (ok, just the two are mentioned in Day 6) and attending a Sunday church service (it was really long- there were more than 1000 people present and each reading was read, first in English and then in Ga.), it's been a fantastic start.

Tomorrow, I start my placement at Korle Bu Teaching Hospital- I’m sure I’ll have stories to tell.