Patience and Trotros

From June 19 (the internet gave out while writing this, so I've had to reconstruct half)

Wow, I haven't written in a day and it feels like I'm playing catch-up.

It seems one of the lessons we have to learn here that wasn't listen on any syllabus is patience. Patience with time, communication, systems...

The 3 credit Independent Study I was going to take turns out to be a 1 credit internship, which works out in the end, but was frustrating in the meantime.

Today was quite a day. I woke up around 6:20; last night the power went off, so i went to bed early, after reading and writing by flashlight from the comfort of my bed, now complete with mosquito net.

At 8:30 Kari (one of my classmates) and I went in to see our director so that she could take us to the orphanage we will be working at. We left around 9:15...

We spent all of 15 minutes at the orphanage; met the director, saw some of the kids. The real work begins tomorrow, so more on that then.

Came back, took a nap, went to class, then the adventure of the day:

My roommate and I both forgot to bring pillows, and since using clothes as a pillow gets uncomfortable and old fast, we've been trying to find some since we got here. We went down to one of the markets across campus, but no luck. Then we began asking people where we could find them. A woman heading to Medina anyways offered to take us there by tro-tro.

Now, we've seen and heard about trotros since we got here. They are basically many passanger vans glorified to bus status.

So we went to Medina where she helped up buy pillows, bowls, and silverware, all the while making sure the vendors didn't cheat us and charge more, simply because we are Obruni (white).

We came back by trotro by ourselves, feeling that more a part of Ghana, and glad to have found another friend.