Just another night i Ghana with amazing people and limited resources for fun.

Let me tell you how i have just recently sprung back from my rut of loneliness in Ghana.
Her name is Chelsea Ingrouille, just one of the amazing women i get to spend everyday with.

Last night, we were having an ordinary check-in/spiritual reflection and as per usual we got most distracted and ended up with 5 cokes sitting around the table preparing for a burping contest. Sorry Pamela, we can never focus.
Note: Sugar factor.

We thought it would be a great idea to put shame on the person that couldn't drink the entire coke in one sitting so that immediately put each of us in game mode.
The games begin.
Something is always funny about when the entire table throws back their bottles but it always works out that someone has the coke dripping from their chin because they can take the burn going down.
I obviously laughed because that shits hilarious.
Chelsea laughed because i laughed.
I laughed harder because she was laughing.
She began laughing mid-swallow, choked and gladly allowed her refreshing beverage to exit through her nose, into her hands and all over the table.

SO funny. But she kept going.

Chelsea then began to burp, choke, laugh for the amusement of all viewers, really. Kaity could not talk from laughing, but only make the motions on herself of what was happening to Chelsea.

Then Chelsea thought it would be super awesome to throw up a portion of what she ate on the table, rather than try to escape to a safer area.
"I knew i was going to throw up, i just didnt want to make a trail of it to the washroom... Tables good for me!"

Just another night i Ghana with amazing people and limited resources for fun.