Rubble. Mountains of trash. Tent cities everywhere. Ruins. Masses of people. Tap-taps. Horns honking. Dust. Dirt. Rubble.
Palm Inn. Oasis behind white iron gates. Man with a shotgun at night. Electricity from 7pm to 7am. Power outages off and on throughout the day. Anoles and geckos. Little puppy. Two cats. Animal beggars at mealtimes.
Luscious, cooling pool! Tasty accra made by Francois ("A butler's name" according to Edia). Cool breezes. Long, leisurely meals. Cold water showers, but who cares?!
Met an earthquake survivor at the Delmas church; a young man on crutches with a leg injury.
Fans! Yea for electric fans! Otherwise the temperature inside the semi-open church building, with a tin roof, would have easily reached 125 degrees.
Cute kids. Little girl who wanted to give me Chiclets gum. A tap on the knee, a dark little hand reaching under the pew, holding out a small white box of gum.
Trip to Sonya's orphanage. Happy children. They sang for us. Instant kisses - "bisous." Hand clapping games, chickens, roosters, hens, turkeys, dog and puppy. 3 kids proudly riding bikes, wobbling all around the courtyard. Girls combing my hair. Shy little hands latching on to ours, leading us around, showing us their dorm rooms. 6 kids to a room. Toothbrushes neatly laid out on a table, 2 toothbrushes shared amongst 6 children. "Closets" - a rope strung in the corner, clothes tossed across the rope, some on hangers.
SWEAT! Pouring off my face. Running down my back.
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