I wasn't really expecting to have class this week so I have been experimenting with cooking and napping in between waiting to use the internet. The electric tea kettle shocked me a few times and everyones hot plates have been melting into the wall so I have been sticking to sandwiches.
Today I went to the central market for some cloth. Everyone is getting these amazing dresses made, but I can never decide on which fabric I want. There are a bizillion choices. Interacting with the market women can also be pretty interesting. I am definitely used to being called Obruni...but it is usually followed by a question in Twi and then a lot of laughing. Oh well.
It is really interesting figuring out what you are supposed to do as a girl here. After about 6 or 7 I never see any girls my age aound. They stay in their rooms and always cook their own dinner. Last night I watched part of the England Germany U17 Soccer Cup in the dinging hall and the entire place was packed. People would watch football through a keyhole if that was the only way. Anyway there was not one girl, except for us Americans. Same in the Bush Canteen, the tiny market compound at the base of campus that serves food. Not one girl.
I am hoping this weekend to go to a Liberian Refugee Camp for a festival, and then mountain biking and hiking to a waterfall. Besides that, this week has been just a lot of waiting around.
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Whats Obruni??? Sorry your time there is not quite what you expected. No advice on the hot plate thing, but one thing is for damn sure... when choosing fabric in a warm climate choose breathable fabric, preferable cotton or linen. Trust me! BTW, don't distress about the lack of vaginas there. Hopefully this will only increase your chances of meeting a VERY nice british boy. (I keep hope alive everywhere for that one;))
-stacey
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