10th Insomniac Post. Its gets good at the end... Promise

Ok there is probably more than only ten... but my little labels thing on the side says its the tenth. I was also looking at all my posts for the past two years. I have been a pretty avid blogger... however last year I wrote a total of 63 posts and now I am only at 53 for this year. There will be no way of beating that. Unless I write ten more useless posts like this one before the end of the year.

Lets face it... as of Friday the last thing I am going to want to do is waste time blogging. Actually I can think of a lot of things I would want to do less than blogging but you get my point. Oh well.

Remember when I said this post was useless? Well how about a story? Perfect.

So one time while in Africa (I love saying that sentence... others tune me out when I start things with that sentence... ha ha whatever!) Kendra, Mara, and I went to Hohoe (Ho- h-way). Now this wasn't an unusual occurrence. The bank was there so we had to go there pretty frequently. Well this was towards the end of our trip. We were getting pretty delusional by this point. We hadn't eaten food with substance in weeks, we were semi dehydrated and had various inflictions including (but not limited too) mosquito bites, boils, sun burns, blisters, and hair that had not dried since the first time we "washed" it. Heat stroke is real my friends. Any way we cram in to this cab. There is a pregnant woman in the front seat and the three of us are in the back. We are hurtling down the very potholed roads at un natural speeds. Were talking 100 mph + here people. The windshield is cracked in various places, our windows don't work (but thats ok that was the only time we got a 'breeze') the gas light is on, and the driver decides to pass cars while others are hurtling at you. We honestly thought we were going to die multiple times. We were ok with that, we accepted our death. Luckily for you I lived to tell you this tale. Also we thought the preggo woman was for sure going to go into labor at any moment. Those potholes are a ride thats for sure. (The video below is of us on our way there. There will be no comments on how gross we look. Until you have spent a month sweating from every pore on your body and using a bucket to "shower" you can't judge. Actually pretty sure I am not seen in either of these videos. Perfect.)

Any way on the way back we were starving. Mara bought what we thought was chocolate. No. Seriously I know my chocolate. That was NOT chocolate. The sad thing is a lot of good chocolate comes OUT of Ghana but do they get any of the benefits of it? Nope. Nada. Which means we got none of it. We did however get DELICIOUS bread. The bread was basically the only thing we liked there. We bought this huge loaf. On the way back our delusions got a way with us. We were laughing so hard at the most ridiculous things. It was fun though. I have the greatest best friends. The cab rides were better then tro tro rides.... I at least didn't get a concussion in the cabs. But thats a story for a different insomniac night. Below is out lovely bread. Mmm... So good.