Things are moving relatively quickly in dusty Konko. We had to take a trip into the capital Accra to hunt for a mower and pick up our Nike packages from customs. There are no Lakesides or Bluewaters out here and it was exhausting to say the least. But at the last minute everything slipped into place and we were able to leave triumphant. We even managed to fit in a reggae party on the beach in the evening. Rastaman has informed me November 2nd is the Coronation of the Holy Emperor Haile Sellassie and the I and I and himself are set for much celebrations as Ghana's rasta's descend on the capital. The party offered the perfect time to brush up on my bogling.
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