My bike…it is my escape.  Lord I love it.  I have my sudo mountains that I live in, and now, with my bike, I can make the hour and a half trek to the White Volta River.  I am set.  I spent last Sunday by the river’s bank, reading my World Religion’s book (thanks Jim), and eating a whole watermelon (with salt)…they are at the end of the season and damn if I am going to enjoy this comfort food conservatively.  Anyway, point is…I love my bike.  I have amazing moutain trails for recreational riding to help me take my mind off of things.  I wish I could share pictures with yall of my village and the surounding area, it is amazing. 

 A little free writing to update yall as to the most interesting recent events:  I caught a picture of Albert (my pet mouse) hanging on the side of my food shelf, staring at my other house gest, a gecko.  A few days ago I turned down the chance to have a pet monkey…I know, what was I thinking.  But looking past the novelty of it, I don’t want one.  The girl who was trying to get rid of it said the monkey is like an infant child…she cries, has to sleep in bed with you, gets into everything, eats pens, and basically has to be watched at all hours of the day…so no thank you, Albert is enough for me.  I also found a scorpion yesterday.  I was putting the guitar away, getting ready to enjoy my cup of Earl Grey (thanks Aunt Marlene and Grandma) while listening to the BBC in my bed and I noticed him above my bed on my wall.  A small one too…not an emporer scorpion, which means he makes up for his lack in size by the potentcy of his sting.  I emptied some tupperware and put some rocks in there and made a home for him.  I released him today with my Ghanaian friend Francis (I call him Fresh), who thought I was mental for not killing it and then burning the remains…it didn’t hurt me, so couldn’t justify it.  I placed him up on the mountain where no one goes, don’t worry.  Work wise…we have the 50th anniversary of Ghana’s independence coming up March 6th, and after that the Golob Festival.  So we are trying to get the visitor’s center ready for the influx of tourists.  We are also trying to publicise the festival…invite the media as well as dignitaries…try and see if we can’t get them to see how beautiful a place Tengzug is, and how great it would be four our primary school to have a roof on the back two rooms.  So that is life in my small town Tengzug.  I want to write more, but I need to go buy locks in market for the visitor’s center bathroom…locals keep releaving themselves in there, not using the toilet (one of the many interesting hurdles our community needs to overcome).  Well, much love to all and send me words.