Hotel Donkey

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Friday, I had written about half of an amazingly funny blog entry about getting peed on when, gasp! the electricity went off in Hohoe. Now, if I had one Ghana Cedi for every time that happened, I would be a rich lady. In short, and because I have donkeys to write about, I will just let you all know that two days in a row last week I got peed on by one of the orphanage children. Sorry for the hype.

We are currently in our third day of a fabulous weekend at Lake Volta, which is about two hours in a tro-tro from Hohoe. Although the ride down was oh-so-short compared to last weekend, we were able to murder yet another animal on the ride, this time a small black goat. It has been decided that I am the bringer of animal deaths, as so far we can claim a small brown dog, a duck (I thought that one was going to boomerang into the front seat) and now the goat.

But I digress. This lake is purported to be the largest man made lake in West Africa. At the sound of that, I had to scoff. "Bring it on, Africa," I said to myself. "Just try to compete with the serene majesty of our Lake Norman." Africa-1, NC-0. No competition. Palm trees? Check. Misty mornings cloaking the fishermen in dew? Check. Mountain scenes? Check check. Hotel Donkeys? Check double check check.
Yes, we have a hotel donkey. I awoke yesterday morning, stepped out of the hotel room to have a glance around, and there was the hotel donkey, excited about something or other as was evidenced by... well, you know. I did the classic movie double-take, but he was still there. I did the cartoon eye-rub, still a donkey. Why? Africa, friends! Africa.

I have a scheduled boat ride to attend to, so I must leave you all here. It's a week until my return, and expect me to be toting some children along for the ride. No time for all the adoption papers.

Happy Sunday.

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