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I met the local schoolteacher, Raphael, who prepared my dinner. After my meal,
I had a steady stream of visitors who wanted to chat. My eyelids grew heavy and just as
I was about to fall asleep, another group came to say hello. I was polite but after a few
minutes, I couldn't stay awake any longer and told them that I was very tired. So they bid
me goodnight and off they went. In hindsight, they could have stayed, for the bar across
the road blasted music all night long which prevented me from sleeping. As I lay in bed,
I reflected on Côte d'Ivoire on how I was pushed to new physical limits (especially on a
one-gearbike)andhowIsurprisedmyselfonhowquicklyIadaptedinmakingthebestout
of difficult situations.
The church bells rang at 4:45 a.m., at 5:00, and again at 5:15. Raphael came to
wake me uptogotomorning prayers. Itwasstill darkoutside asIsleepily fumbled around
to get dressed. I finally left my room and arrived at St. Martin's Church lit by hundreds of
candles. The service was done in the native language and I was asked to introduce myself,
whichIdid.ThecatechistthentranslatedeverythingIsaid.Afterward,Iheadedbacktomy
room to pack. Raphael soon arrived with a prepared feast which we shared that included
an omelet, bread, fish, and a large mass of heavy dough made from potato and corn flour.
Just before departure, I took a photo of Raphael with my bike and exchanged addresses. I
promised that I would write to him (which I did) and began to cycle my first full day in
Ghana.
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