Mount Afadjato

When I'm with friends and I love nothing more than a nice argument about religion, philosophy and whatever else that leads on to. God knows (pun intended) institutionalised religion is the last thing they are in need of in Ghana. The local store is called "Jesus is Lord", the bread shop is called "Finger of God" and the hair dressers "Anointed Hands". Now this guys comes all the way from Massachusetts to Ghana.. been here for 2 days and is ready to convert people... who? They are 90% christian. Ah.. he wants to convert them to his church. Sure.. Fine... whatever floats his boat. What is really annoying is him with his holier than thou act trying to tell me that he know more about me in 15mins than I do in 25 years. I am nodding my head with a stupid smile waiting for him to finish so I can get back to blogging. Anyway whatever... he's gone now.

We climbed Mount Afadjato and as expected it hurt. Pics later in the week on facebook. It was an awesome day - we ended up with 30 people on the bus with plenty of singing on the way back. I was grinning ear to ear listening to the kids belt out these ghanaian numbers - tell you what... it beats the sh!t out of "Wheels on the bus..." It was awesome. Then the girls got into it - with their bold confident voices - leading the singing. I almost pulled a grin muscle. Erin pointed it out a bit earlier. There is something going on here which I don't quite understand. These teenage girls are so full of self esteem and pride - they walk tall with their shoulders back and head held high. Maybe the media hasn't got them yet... they don't worry about their hips or lips or their nose being up to some absurd standard. They demand respect by the way they carry themselves and they get it. It's extremely attractive.

Oh man... I am going to miss these guys.