Wilderness Adventures

This weekend some friends and I traveled to the Eastern region of Ghana known as the Volta Region. It is called this because of the giant man-made lake (Lake Volta) which provides most of the water and electricity to the country. The people in this region speak Ewe and are kinder for the most part than any other Ghanaians I've met. I wanted to attach some photos to show everyone the amazing places we went and things we did but the internet seems to be absurdly slow so instead....

Here's a list of Casualties in Africa thus far:

1 pair of leather sandals lost to the Atlantic Ocean

Countless hours wasted due to inefficiency and waiting

1 pair of Theta sandals lost to an Osu gutter (I tripped, the gutters are deep, it was horrible)

Numerous bandaids used to cover blisters on feet and hands (repelling down a little cliff to be able to swim at the bottom of a waterfall is pretty sweet btw)

1 pair of adidas sneakers lost somewhere in Cape Coast (they must have fallen out of my bag)

Several pairs of skirts/dresses with new rips and tears

1 camera stolen at a football match (one minute it was in my pocket, five minutes later, after walking through a crowd, poof - gone)

1 pair of sandals lost to sheer wear and tear

My name: No one in this country, or refugees from Liberia for that matter, can pronounce the name Betsy. They've never heard of it and apparently the t-s is impossible. Versions of my name I have been called: Betty, Betta (?), Besty and the worst of all (or at least my parents would think), when I gave up on going by Betsy and said my name was Elizabeth, everyone at my internship decide my name was Lizzy or Liz. My poor name.