Good bye Konko hello Nungua

After having spent two months without turning a tap or flicking a light switch I bid farewell to Konko. The dusty road is replaced by the sandy beach. Mud walls with concrete. The jungle mist (I hope) will become a sea breeze. As I cram into a local tro-tro public minibus, the wind of change also blows across Africa. Its collective psyche jumped a notch this week as Barack Obama entered the Whitehouse. Reggae songs bearing his name blear out of radios and chalk boards announce parties in his honour. As I settle down in my new abode, the deafening calls of frogs and crickets have been replaced by muffled music from the beach, the sound of a cooling fan and the prospect of a cold beer!!

But it's a case of 'ko bra' ('go and come' in Twi) because in two weeks I will be back to visit the bush for my birthday and have already selected the goat which is to be killed and shared to celebrate. But for now it's time for some modern century R&R- Microchips, Segway tours, Laser disk movies- whatever it takes.