Still Wasting Time at work
Tuesday morning. The morning after.
I have a travel hangover. If you've ever done 18 hours of developing world travel in a single day you'll probably know what I'm talking about.
To paraphrase Douglas Adams: It's almost exactly like an 18 hour game of petanque is not. Extremely exhausting, and close to being gangrene inducing in it's sheer discomfort for anyone over 190 cm in height.
But it was worth it!
Sitting in the shade of a few trees, watching 7 elephants splash around in a watering hole, only to be interupted by the snapping jaws of a crocodile on the prowl for fish, is an almost surreal nature experience.
The Mole Hotel's pool and it's diving board, staging ground for the 2nd bi-annual geek flip contest, defended with usual aplomb by everybody's favourite Country Director, Stophe, also contributed to the splendor of the weekend.
In short, it was a great weekend, even framed as it was by an incredible travel overhead.
Exalted and exhausted, as I am this morning, by the experience and it's travel demand respectively, the gap between my disappointment at the work and my excitement at Ghana in general seems to be larger than ever.
