If young Cuyler were a few years older, he would be declaring to anyone who would listen that he got ripped off for his second birthday. Given its proximity to Christmas, we are likely to hear such utterances before too long so we should enjoy the silence, as it were. I should note that on few other matters is Finn silent and he is developing a rather healthy Ghanaian accent and palate. He is also a very enthusiastic footballer and loves animals about as much as Cohen did. You will also note, upon a brief study of the pictures, that the family tradition of the "blankie" is alive and well (At least one other family member still has a blanket and it is also blue...go figure!). Actually the blankie buddies pictured are pretty good pals and though he fights it every step of the way, Finn is very much the baby of the family. Happy birthday Cuyler Griffin James Land!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Finn is Two!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
We Like Them Big, We Like Them Chunky


We stayed on the water for about thirty minutes and eventually the hippos actually started playing and wrestling underwater. It must have been unusual as our guides were both highly amused. We were completely alone on the Black Volta River, and we were apparently very lucky to see the hippos so quickly as it can take a couple of hours. We were only passed by a couple of village fisherman, returning with their catch. This was probably the highlight for Finn as he got to see a bucket of living fish, rather than some silly ol' distant ears and eyes poking up through the water. And of course at no point did any of them break into song and start shaking their hippo booties.
It was obviously worth it, at any price, and most of these sanctuaries are run as eco-tourism outfits wherein the profits go directly into the community to create employment, build schools, or develop clinics. This particular operation was set-up through a partnership with Canada, so it was nice for the kids to see what kind of work their country does abroad. We bought a few clay pots that were a mere two ghana cedis each and are quite lovely. We were also swarmed as we tried to drive away, because we started handing out balloons to the children of the community. Most children in Ghana have enough to eat--unlike many other parts of Africa--but there is still very little left for some of the pleasures of childhood, so we try to bring along something to give out while we travel, such as toffees, biscuits or balloons. Since this was part of Christmas safari, it felt all the more appropriate.
Labels:
eco-tourism,
ghana,
hippos,
moto moto,
safari,
wechiau,
West Africa
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Holy Mole...It's a Christmas Safari!
- On top of your washing machine, spread clay out, simulating a steady rippled effect. Let it dry.
- Using a small hatchet or a crowbar, randomly punch gaping, one inch holes through the clay and through the top of your washer. Rest assured, you cannot overdo this.
- Place a large, unbalanced load in your washing machine and wait until the spin cycle turns your machine into an angry, jerking bulk of terror.
- Set a Matchbox (Hot Wheels will suffice) 1998 Chevy Venture mini-van on top of your washing machine.
- Invite as many of your family members into the laundry room as will fit. The simulation will be more authentic if some are agitated, hungry, have to pee, or are missing Canada thus blaming you for their departure as well as for their nausea, while intermittently shouting "Make it stop," "I want off," "Who wants to see stupid elephants anyway," or gently weeping. Note that the smallest one among you (a.k.a. "Finn the Cherub") should feel free to continue sleeping and snuggling his blankie while dreaming of mummy jogging with him in the womb.
- Welcome to hel...er, the road to Mole.

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