First Day of Group 4
Monday, June 12, day 39 - first day of training with the fourth group here in Ghana.
Yesterday I'd had a bit of a runny nose. Friday I'd had a sore throat (and Saturday was transition between the two!). Today i had neither a sore throat or terribly runny nose but generally felt fuzzy headed and like I'm fighting getting sick. So i was weary of straining myself. I don't think I'm the moost entertaining lecturer, certainly not compared to Courage's preacher-like exhortations to them-- but i like to think I'm normally animated enough and modulating my voice enough at least not to be a boring droner. Except being careful not two push myself i feared drifting into boring lecturer territory.
Arne, our German coordinator would be and did come by late morning, accompanied by a guy from GIZ, the German government agency funding us. I anticipated by the laws of Murphy that things would go terribly wrong right around the time the GIZ guy showed up.
Things actually remained fine though. Other than him witnessing me giving one of my less impressive lectures and generally probably looking very low energy.
Arne, the GIZ guy (Chris), and Chris assistant, a Ghanaian with the very German name of Carl, went to lunch. I had "red red" having been reminded the other day its not the same goop as everything else but beans and plantains, and i lorve plantains.
This was at the place we'd eaten last week where the food took an hour and Williams and i fell asleep waiting (not to be confused w the other place that took an hour and a half). I hadn't seen a menu then, just was verbally told the same basic local items. Well this time i actually saw the menu and it too has pasta and pizza on it. I feel mildly betrayed. But didn't want to be the one getting western food amongst the Germans so the red red.
Arne's food (yam something) hadn't arrived yet 45 minutes after we got there when i was called to return to lecture. Fortunately he had given the go ahead to us to eat our food and i had long since finished.
After relaxing all evening i feel optimistic i might be on the mend.
Yesterday I'd had a bit of a runny nose. Friday I'd had a sore throat (and Saturday was transition between the two!). Today i had neither a sore throat or terribly runny nose but generally felt fuzzy headed and like I'm fighting getting sick. So i was weary of straining myself. I don't think I'm the moost entertaining lecturer, certainly not compared to Courage's preacher-like exhortations to them-- but i like to think I'm normally animated enough and modulating my voice enough at least not to be a boring droner. Except being careful not two push myself i feared drifting into boring lecturer territory.
Arne, our German coordinator would be and did come by late morning, accompanied by a guy from GIZ, the German government agency funding us. I anticipated by the laws of Murphy that things would go terribly wrong right around the time the GIZ guy showed up.
Things actually remained fine though. Other than him witnessing me giving one of my less impressive lectures and generally probably looking very low energy.
Arne, the GIZ guy (Chris), and Chris assistant, a Ghanaian with the very German name of Carl, went to lunch. I had "red red" having been reminded the other day its not the same goop as everything else but beans and plantains, and i lorve plantains.
This was at the place we'd eaten last week where the food took an hour and Williams and i fell asleep waiting (not to be confused w the other place that took an hour and a half). I hadn't seen a menu then, just was verbally told the same basic local items. Well this time i actually saw the menu and it too has pasta and pizza on it. I feel mildly betrayed. But didn't want to be the one getting western food amongst the Germans so the red red.
Arne's food (yam something) hadn't arrived yet 45 minutes after we got there when i was called to return to lecture. Fortunately he had given the go ahead to us to eat our food and i had long since finished.
After relaxing all evening i feel optimistic i might be on the mend.