The Times We Didn’t Ask For
From a perch on the roof of the all but deserted Sammo Guest House in Cape Coast, Ghana, I knew I probably wasn’t where I was supposed to be.
Meaning, I guess, that I’d taken a wrong turn somewhere on the road to the quaint beach villages bragged up by guidebooks and travel blogs. Instead, I sat in a slowly bustling African port town where the ocean was used for sustenance and bathing and the concept of sunbathing was laughable…
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