My Stage is the World

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive

Accra, Accra (this time for Africa)

After yet another sleepless night, getting up at 7 was a struggle, but I used JK’s shower and IT WAS HOT so I felt much better! We waited for Grace who we thought might be coming with us but she was ill. So we waited some more. Nobody would talk to us girls and JK had gone to return the basket and some of the beer bottles (they weren’t impressed we hadn’t drunk all 6 as they wanted them back).

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