Click go the shears

Yesterday I had a haircut. The heat was driving me absolutely crazy and it suddenly occurred to me that I was walking around with the equivalent of a slab of roofing felt on my head. Kate was reading a book so at first I started hacking away at my mop on my own, with a pair of nail scissors.

Taking alarm at my state, Kate comes over and starts doing all the proper hairdresser things - pinning my hair up on top of my head, cutting by layers, etc etc, and has in fact managed to give me an excellent trim. And now, bliss, my body temperature has gone down dramatically thanks to the removal of said roofing felt, and all is joy (pretty much).

Accra is also wonderful - full of breezes, which is a relief after weeks on coastal sandbars where the heat sits over the towns like a bad mood; leafy and friendly, and strangely reminiscent of home. We arrived in town on Valentine's Day, which is a VERY big deal amongst romantic Ghanaians - the following day, half the restaurants were sold out of drinks because of all the wining and dining that had been done the previous night, and a music venue just a short walk from our hotel was hosting a One Night Only special performance by sometime R'n'B-you-could-introduce-to-your-mum purveyor's Boyz II Men, which was beseiged by courting couples. We even planned to head to Accra's main cinema for a film, but in practice there were two problems: (1) it wasn't quite the multiplex we had wistfully imagined, and didn't seem to have aircon on a hot night (2) the only film, in keeping with the day, was a Denise Richards vehicle called Valentine (?), and we didn't really feel like it.

Anyway, today I'm going off to buy some clothes. We're thinking of trying to re-engage ourselves in the volunteering thing here, but we're still a bit embarrassed about going to the organisers. Accra's a lovely city though, so it's tempting.