We cannot lie, we love this sign at Tawala in Accra.
We found this sign/mural at Tawala, a beach bar and restaurant in Accra. 

She's saying, "Stop shouting, Kwezee...! Can you climb this mountain? Can you... ?"

Tim wanted to take Carole here, but they only allow women with big butts.

Birthday weekend on the Busua beach
Thanks to Ghana’s Republic Day last Friday, July 1st, we had a three-day weekend. A few Brits from the High Commission and DFID (the British equivalent of USAID) invited us with them on a getaway. While the drive was a bit iffy (the last 8km was on a dirt road with mega potholes and small streams—thank goodness for the Land Rover we rode in!), we had a lovely relaxing weekend on a beautiful beach. It was great to be able to take advantage of living on the coast, being able to put out feet in the ocean, free from plastic bags and human waste (we hope!).  The eco-lodge we stayed at was empty, and we had the beach to ourselves. Food at the hotel’s restaurants included fresh-caught lobster (while much more spiny than Maine lobster, it was delicious and a birthday weekend treat!) and prawn, avocado and papaya salad. Yummy.

Cheers to chartreuse!
Note: At the eco-lodge, we noticed that our bed net was actually from UNICEF. We didn’t know that UNICEF was in the business of making bed nets for tourist destinations. 
This bed net might have gotten delivered to the wrong location...
Tim, hard at work in the office.
This weekend, we leave the capital city, Accra, for what is reportedly one of the best beach towns in Ghana: Busua. July 1st (also sister Teresa’s birthday—“Happy Birthday, Mini!”) is a holiday in Ghana, so it’s a three-day well-deserved weekend. A number of British diplomats invited us to go with them to an eco-lodge on the beach, and we’re suckers for a free ride (the Brits come equipped with beautiful air-conditioned Land Rovers). So we’re off, celebrating Tim’s birthday on Sunday on what is hopefully a fecal sludge-free beach (although the rip tide is reportedly a literal killer).

Having birthdays in new locations, let alone new countries, is never the same as having a party with friends and family (we were reminiscing on last year’s birthday celebrated with John & Julia, Peter, and Andy at Beer Fest in Seattle (and it was cold enough that we needed to wear sweaters!)), but hopefully this year’s birthday brings us together with new potential friends in an exotic locale. If all we do is sip coconut juice with a splash of rum on the beach, it will have been a successful occasion.

Happy Birthday to you, Timmy Wade!