TGIA – let’s take a drive
{TGIA – Thank God it’s Africa, is my weekly look at the weird and wonderful things that happen when you’re living in Africa. Sometimes they’re funny, sometimes they’re a little dangerous, […]
Category Archives: Kumasi
Leaving Kumasi: reflections, obervations and a list
A lifetime ago I worked on a northern Australian cattle station. One of those places so huge they dwarf small European countries and their annual cattle muster is done by […]
Black Star Weekend
Going to a football match in Ghana has always been on our bucket list for our time here. The roaring crowds, the passionate commentary, the electric atmosphere…and, yes I’m sorry […]
How long does the culture shock?
I seem to have lost my voice. I think it is due to the reality of our second year, our new living arrangements, and compounded by an absence of the […]
Harmattan
With rain threatening over the last few days, I thought I’d better get going on a post about Harmattan. Harmattan is technically the name of a West African trade wind, […]
a trip to the smash repair shop
Thrilling, huh? I’m surprised you’re still with me. Since we bought our little car, I have spent a somewhat disappointing, although at times enlightening, amount of time in car-related stores. […]
one year
Yesterday, Valentines Day, is one year since we arrived in Ghana as a family. I hardly know where to begin to make sense of this year and our new life. […]
A morning drive in Kumasi
Hi there. It’s been a while, but we’ve been busy. If you can call running in every tightening circles busy. Last week was spectacularly average, actually far worse than average. […]
what makes you happy?
So what does make you happy? And why do I have an apparently random picture of a pretty average road? There are the universal precepts of happiness: friends, family, meaningful […]
photo of the week – a community service announcement
Can you imagine this sign on the streets of Sydney? New York? London? Overwhelmingly Ghana is a very polite society. Sure you hear raised voices and of course violence does […]
six degrees north 