I am now the proud owner of a bike, a cutlass and I’ve been given a piece of land for a small garden. Free at last (not really, it’s just that I don’t have to depend on the tro’s to get around, I can start my garden and hopefully grow some different food, hopefully)!

My village thinks it’s hilarious that I bought a cutlass and that I’m ‘trying’ to use it. But as the saying goes “When in Rome, do as the Romans” so if the Ghanaians use a cutlass to farm then why can’t I? I started hacking away the weeds in my garden, only to walk away with a ton of new blisters on my hands (goes to show that I haven’t been farming much). It’s going to be a gradual process… clearing the weeds, cutting the bamboo for the fence and then building it. Waiting for the rainy season to end so I can start planting, and then hoping that EVERYTHING grows.

Bicycle!!! Yay!! So if my village thought me trying to use a cutlass was funny, then when they heard that I was riding my bike about 11 miles to visit another Peace Corps Volunteer they about died of laughter. A) I guess me (a white girl) riding a bike is crazy, B) Riding to another town is even crazier (if only they understood that I rode my bike across Colorado last summer, and that where I come from we ride long distance for sport… doing anything athletic, other than playing soccer, is unheard of though), and C: well, what can I say?