A true story, part II. Or is it possible to learn from our mistakes?
Hi Chrissie here. The kids and I are having a sweet sweet time in the Paris, but I thought I’d fill you in on our next exciting adventure of buying […]
A true story. I hope you enjoy it. I didn’t.
Human en·tro·py/ˈ(h)yo͞omən ˈentrəpē/ Human Entropy. Noun: lack of order or predictability caused by decisions; gradual decline into disorder caused by people. It was a hot, humid Friday morning. Plane tickets […]
The Mbongo tree
This is Mbongo and Jock. Mbongo is Jocks brother from another mother. They’re pretty close. You can tell because they’ve even got similar hair. Mbongo is from Zimbabwe – we […]
West Africa – 10 minute challenge.
Bill again. Chrissie and the kids are roaming around in Paris, leaving me to hold the fort. Have you ever gone somewhere and realised that you really have a ‘wafer […]
60 different things about Ghana*
*according to us (it started as 20 things, but grew a bit). 1. People really do carry things in their heads…food, wood, water, generators, everything. Their posture is fantastic. But […]
Photo of the week
Always intrigued and amused by the transport in Ghana, here is a truck carrying hundreds of bicycles. Some will be left in Kumasi to be sold. The remainder will be […]
One of these kids is not like the other…
Way back in March we visited Accra for a mental health weekend, and our driver Mohammed (a father himself) suggested we visit ‘the baboons’. After paying an entrance fee and a […]
Twi Change
Hello! Bill here. A celebrity post to Chrissies blog 6 degrees north (datum: WGS84). I think the technical term for what we’ve done is jumped. That’s the easy part. Landing […]
photo of the week
!!!! SPECIAL OFFER!!!! !!!!LIMITED TIME ONLY!!!! Special only, this week! For every 300 bags of charcoal we will throw in a free sheep. Yes that’s right! A free sheep! But […]
A back breaking labour
One of the most challenging aspects of living in Ghana, and I imagine in any developing country, is the massive gap between the rich and the poor. Where we live, […]
six degrees north 