Mission accomplished: Meije back on the plane all tanned and relaxed and ready again to cope with the rain and put her pedicured toes back into those winter boots. (Leaving me in Accra all re-energized by her lovely company, missing her terribly and eternally grateful for all those night shifts we used to work together, when we closed the bar and stayed for hours drinking Corona, telling each other everything there was to know about our life and became great friends). According to most expats here ‘only people that really love you come to visit you in Ghana’ as opposed to those who come when you are based in Kenya, Fiji or New York. Apparently in such a place you may as well open up a travel company and hotel because you get visitors every week. However, with this picture I’m guessing that in the next few months perhaps I will find out more people love me during winter than in summer.
