Sunday, July 27, 2008

Another man done gone...

this is for the Kelsos, who just repatriated to the U.S.

May you survive the wilderness of Atlanta. You'll be missed in Switzerland.

Saturday, July 26, 2008


So we're back. and sadly, the moustache didn't make it (too darn hot), but the baby is fine, maybe even better than before after receiving a multitude of African blessings and with a vicarious taste for FuFu.

We started our trip on the coast of Ghana in the town of Elmina. Elmina has a well-preserved Portuguese slave outpost, which was later held by the Dutch and the British.

Elmina has an ample supply of wooden fishing boats, each flying under a different international flag.

Later, we went to the village of Ankaase to visit the Gongwers, a missionary family I lived with 8 years ago. Below is a photo of our friend, Dorothy Adjei, and part of her family at the Gongwer's house.

Kumasi is a town near Ankaase. It is the royal seat of the Asatahene, or ruler of the Asante tribe. The Asante are one of the most powerful tribes in West Africa due to their control of the large gold deposits in Ghana.

The Kejetia market in Kumasi is massive - one of the largest in West Africa. We spent about 3 hours there talking to the merchants, haggling for the wax block printed cloth, and buying food; specifically, some fresh okra for frying and ripe plantains (Nkawkaw) for my favorite Ghanaian dish, RedRed.
The boy on the right is Clement. We visited his school, which is in the neighboring town of Edjretia. The boy to the left is his brother, Michael.

This is my good friend Maggie Osei and her new baby, Emma. We were next door neighbors when I lived in Ankaase. She was mad at me for not writing her enough letters. I was mad at her for killing the young cat named Coy. I agreed to write more letters if she wouldn't kill any more cats named Coy. I'll let you know how it turns out.

While the Ghanaian art of baby transport may not be "crammed with conveniences", it has a much better price tag than a Bugaboo and is much more stylish.

The sky from the back house.

(P.S.: the untimely death of the cat named Coy was totally accidental)

Friday, July 18, 2008

Gone to Africa...

We'll be back in 7 days with photos and stories.

(Clue: we're in the country where the British tried to confiscate the golden stool from the Asanteheni back in the early 20th century....)

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Summer styles

So Coy and I are both sporting a new look for the summer. Though different in nature, these two styles have a tremendous amount in common:

Both will cause dramatic reactions from our friends and family- laughter, shouts of joy, tears.

Both have caused the other person extreme emotions- I find myself being mildly irritated at things that would not have bothered me before just because they seem different coming from a moustachioed man. And sometimes when Coy looks at my belly, I know he's thinking that life is about to become enormously more complicated.

Both cut down on sex appeal.

Apparently, both looks are only going to get bigger. Coy has vowed to keep his facial fashion statement for awhile. And my tummy isn't due to get any smaller until December 12th!

So what do you think?

(Side note: my mom and Nancy Langan both think that Coy looks good with the 'stache. And I certainly don't want to imply with the photo that my belly was perfectly flat 19 weeks ago!)


Went to see Devotchka at Abart the other night. Other than the distracting older Swiss gentlemen who clapped, out of time, with hands made of dried pine blocks, it was a good show.

Devotchka has an unusual mix of influences: Slavic, Mariachi, and bosso nova, blended with an equally eclectic number of instruments. Heck, there's even a bouzouki. I hadn't heard one of those since...

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

For those of your curious as to how the soccer players looked prior to the take down..
(photo courtesy of Cady Thoring's Facebook album)

Sunday, July 06, 2008


Jared, Big K, Kacey and I went to a Bluegrass festival in Thun, Switzerland this weekend. It was complete with moustachioed gentlemen in cowboy hats, denim cover-alls, and what not. We even heard a group play 'Tennessee Waltz.'

Good-bye Euro '08

Not trying to compete with Coy's adventures but here are some parting shots from the huge soccer festivities. In the main train station, they put up huge statues of actual players. I didn't get around to taking the pictures until the statues were already being taken down. Maybe they turned out cooler this way.

Anyway, my mom arrived a few days ago and we have been having a lot of fun. We leave for a short trip to southern France tomorrow morning. I'll update you on our time together when we get back.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Took this photo near Rabindranath Tagore's house in Kolkata. I was having difficulty getting a steady shot of the CPI's flag. This guy enthusiastically helped out.