8 Hours til Takoradi, Ghana.

The sea is getting rough again, and I had to go back to these patches. Half a patch seems like a good middle ground between seasickness and patch sickness. I always used to wonder why some of the light fixtures in the hallways were cracked or not working, then the boat rocked just a little too much and I shattered one. Shhhh! Hopefully someone fixes that soon. Just about an hour ago the internet started working in my room, finally someone is getting things done around here. Clay and I coated our clothes in mosquito repellent today on the fifth deck Everyone looked at us like we were crazy, but I’m not risking anything. The Dengue Fever does not sound like the kind of life experience I’m into. While we were up there we saw a fire hose ready to be used, it looks like the ship is getting prepared for pirate attacks. The waters around here are known for attacks. Also everyone started malaria medication today. Some people aren’t doing too well, the psychologist said she’s getting lots of people coming to her with stories of nightmares. I think my medication is treating me alright, but I never feel good on the ship. Will does not look happy at all. I donated my old rainbows to a orphanage in Ghana, I would have rather donated cash for a pair of shoes but they don’t take cash someone in this organization doesn’t have their act together. My spot messenger (the thing that updates my current location map) doesn’t seem to be working right anymore, apparently “Lithium batteries only” is not a suggestion. I doubt I’ll be able to get it to work again anytime soon, but I guess we’ll see. In our preport logistical briefing they taught us how to use a squat toilet, and what to do without toilet paper. I think I’ll stick to doing my business in the woods. Our tour guide, Frederick Von Frimfrong Benne, tried to rip us off. He is no longer our tour guide. Now we’re going to try to figure out how to visit the water village, monkey sanctuary, a small school, and Accra all by ourselves.