when in ghana

These past few weeks I have been looking through my Africa photos and reminiscing about where I was last year at this time. At least a couple times a week I will sift through to see where I was on that particular day.  Sometimes I find myself laughing. Sometimes the memories make me angry all over again. Sometimes I feel indifferent. Sometimes I see pictures I don't remember taking, people I don't remember meeting, and events I don't remember experiencing. Erik's always telling me I'm forgetful. I usually just smile.

A year ago, at this very moment, I was stranded on the side of the road in the middle of who-knows-where-Ghana with 17 other girls waiting for a trou-trou to come rescue us. Our trou-trou had stopped working so we sat, shivering our buns off (it was 33 degrees celsius that night), and waited. For about four hours. It was pitch black and I unfortunately had the scoots. Bad.

I had thankfully predicted that we would be waiting for a while so I had started off walking far from the group to move my bowels. It was a good thing too because I think I "went to the bathroom" some 20 times before we were rescued. Each time I would walk less far so as to not come across any of my previous movements.

My dear friend Kelsey was kind enough to accompany me. It's frightening walking in the middle-of-nowhere with who-knows-what lurking around and dropping your pants. Kels kept watch/pointed her headlamp in my direction so I could see around me. Now that is a true friend.

And that, my friends, is where I was a year ago today. I'd go back there in a second -- scoots and all.