19 Aug

Despite all signs pointing to a potentially awful run this morning (including but not limited to heat, humidity, and a tight hip), it was actually pretty fantastic. For some reason the heat did not seem to bother me today, and I somehow managed to run negative splits since I had tons of random energy at the end. After thinking about the strange occurrence, however, it hit me that I many have finally succeeded at the whole carb-loading phenomenon. I’ve never done a true calculated carb load, but I definitely make a concerted effort to increase my percentage of carbs in the two days leading up to a long run or race. It doesn’t always work out though, and often times I find myself “hitting the wall” long before I would like to (not that I would like to at any point – but delaying the onset it always nice.) For some reason this time was different, likely because I focused on increasing the carbs at each individual meal far more than I normally would. To top of my glycogen stores last night, I had whole wheat penne pasta topped with fresh heirloom tomato sauce…YUM.

Tomato saute with olive oil, garlic, and fresh basil

Following the run this morning, I tried a delicious new smoothie/milkshake recipe that is definitely a keeper! I used to make a something similar to this years ago, but this version is much healthier (and more delicious, too!)

Chocolate Elvis


  • 1/2 cup unsweetened almond milk
  • 1/2 cup Arctic Zero (chocolate PB flav0r)
  • 1 T. chocolate protein powder
  • 1 T. powdered peanut butter (I use Just Great Stuff)
  • 1/2 frozen banana

Blend all ingredients, and pour into a glass

*I topped mine with chocolate syrup too 🙂

Chocolate Elvis – super thick and delicious

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind, but a few highlights include boating in New Hampshire, running along Lake Saint Claire in Belleriver, and assisting on a canine balloon valvuloplasty.

I miss everyone at the UC Veterinary Medical Center already!


Pumpkin Frenzy

29 Jul

It’s officially marathon season again! I’m currently training for the Long Beach Marathon on October 7th, so I headed out for a beautiful 12-miler along the coast this morning. It’s amazing how quickly into a training plan the runs become decently long, but I’ve found that it’s the perfect time to take in the scenery and ponder life.

It’s been a whirlwind since I got back from Ghana almost a month ago, but I have to say this has been one of the most amazing summers of my life. I recently started an internship with the head veterinary cardiologist at the UC Veterinary Medical Center (a satellite hospital of UC Davis), and there is never a dull day! It has been fascinating, inspiring, devastating, and rewarding all at the same time, but most importantly, this experience has affirmed my passion for veterinary medicine and given me a glimpse of the field from a new perspective. (Not to mention, it’s made studying for the GRE slightly more bearable).

Somehow I’ve also found some time to experiment with new recipes, and by some stroke of luck, these pumpkin bars came out amazing on the first try! They are whole grain, protein-packed, and most importantly, DELICIOUS! 🙂

*They can also be made gluten-free if gf blend or coconut flour is used.

Pumpkin Bars

Inspired by Chocolate Covered Katie’s Pumpkin Cream Cheese Bars


  • 1/4 cup + 2 T. spelt flour
  • 1/4 cup vanilla protein powder (I use Tera’s Whey)
  • 2 T. coconut sugar (or brown sugar/sucanat)
  • 2 T. granulated erythritol (I use Zero from Wholesome Sweetner’s)
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/4 tsp baking powder
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp pumpkin pie spice (or a combo of cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves)
  • 1/2 cup canned pumpkin (NOT pumpkin pie filling)
  • 2 T. almond milk
  • 1 T. unsweetened applesauce
  • 1 T. coconut oil
  • 1/4 cup egg whites


Preheat oven to 350. Lightly spray a 7 x 5 baking pan. Mix dry ingredients (flour through spices) and wet ingredients (pumpkin through egg whites) separately, and then mix together until just combined. Pour into prepared pan, and bake for approximately 18 minutes, or until tester comes out clean. Let cool, and cut into 8 bars.

Nutrition Information:

Servings – 8

Per bar

  • Calories – 75
  • Protein – 4g

I know it’s not fall, but I’ve been in a pumpkin mood lately…so more recipes coming soon!


6 Jul

Well, I officially failed at blogging for the last week-and-a-half of my trip… but internet became scarce, and my research paper was calling my name. I wanted to make sure that I reflected fully on this journey, however, so here are two more posts about my final days in Africa. I hope you’ve enjoyed sharing this adventure with me.


It’s been a whirlwind of a week, but so much productivity (and fun!). Internet access and power have been spotty for the past several days, but here is a recap of the past few days in Ghana. Last Tuesday the 19th was another successful day of research, and I was finally able to speak with someone at the Cape Coast Regional Hospital about their nutrition services. Jessie and I met Jacob (my nutrition contact from UCC) there in the morning and then proceeded to spend hours waiting for the wrong hospital administrator…but we were granted access eventually. The clinical dietitian was extremely helpful and gave me a comprehensive summary of the hospital’s malnutrition treatment program. The AIDS coordinator was not as helpful for Jessie and gave her a rushed interview while standing outside her office door, but it was better than nothing. Following our never-ending morning and afternoon at the hospital, we headed right to Baobab for some sustenance. It was delicious, as always, and I got my daily plantain fix. We spent the afternoon and evening working on our papers and, of course, getting pumped for our Accra adventure.

Wednesday morning I went on a rejuvenating early run and then headed to Cape Coast to write at an internet café. While walking through town, a woman appeared with a gigantic platter of dead goats on her head, and it was definitely one of the more disturbing sights I’ve seen. Apparently it was a Ghanaian holiday during which one must offer a goat sacrifice…so sadly it was not a good day to be a goat. Jessie met me shortly after, and after a quick lunch, we met up with Colin and Sydney at Tantri station. The Tro Tro to Accra was packed to the brim, and the man who informed us there was air conditioning evidently did not know what air conditioning was… so it was definitely a long ride. My purse also somehow managed to get dunked into a puddle of blue paint, so I had to leave it by the side of the road at the station. A taxi driver tried to pick it up, but upon getting a handful of blue paint, quickly set it down again. We had made reservations at a new hotel right on the beach…but soon discovered that we had left the guidebook with the address and phone number back at Asuansi. Oops. The cab driver got completely lost, so we got out in the middle of nowhere and went in search of help. Fortunately, we happened upon the La Palms hotel, which was by far the most luxurious place I have seen in Africa thus far, and their staff graciously set us up with a new driver. He called himself Big Boi, and it was definitely fitting.

We decided on the Rising Phoenix Hotel, since it was familiar, and it felt like an oasis in the desert. After settling into our room (which was an awesome joint suite) and freshening up, we ate dinner overlooking the ocean and relaxed under the stars. Despite the fact that it was Wednesday (and we had spent the day traveling), we decided to explore downtown Accra and find the hot spots. After taking the wrong Tro Tro and bargaining with several cab drivers, we eventually made it to Club Macumba, a hip bar and nightclub in the city. The bouncers seemed surprised yet enthusiastic about our presence, and the reason behind their excitement was soon revealed when we walked inside…we were the ONLY ones in the club, but the music was blasting and the dance floor was beckoning. Sydney quickly befriended the DJ, and it was by far one of the best nights of the trip so far. We danced until 2:00 am and then headed back to our hotel to sneak in a few hours of sleep before our long day of research. The next morning, Sydney and I headed to the Ministry of Food and Agriculture to interview some professionals about nutrition and sustainable agriculture. It was a very successful day, and I gained tremendous insight into the problems faced by farmers and laborers in providing proper nutrition for their families. After dinner at the Rising Phoenix and a much-needed nap, we decided to hit the city again and stumbled upon Jokers club. It reminded of a Los Angeles nightclub, and as I walked passed women in skin-tight mini dresses, I felt extremely overdressed in my long skirt. It was an amazing night, and we danced until we were about to fall over. When we got back to the hotel, it was time for a few hours of sleep and then packing for the waterfalls!


I have been home for two days now, and I am already missing Ghana. Before I share some final thoughts on this incredible journey, here is a recap of week #5:

Our weekend at the waterfalls in Wli was amazing. The bus station in Accra was the definition of insanity, and the drive through Ha Hoi was equally nerve-wracking due to the recent riots, but the waterfall lodge was an oasis in the desert. It was owned by a German couple, and I knew I was going to enjoy my stay the moment I saw an aviary with a beautiful African grey parrot. Saturday morning, we woke up early and met our guide for the hike to the upper falls. We chose to take the longer route so that we could see more of the villages on the way, and the scenery was more than worth the strenuous climb (although I don’t know if everyone would agree with that!) The falls were like nothing I have ever seen before, and the water pressure was so intense that it was painful to stand near the spray. We all swam anyway though, and it was definitely the best exfoliation I had all trip. We were all exhausted by the time we got back, so we had a relaxing afternoon and an early dinner before going out to the local bar. It was great to meet some of the villagers, and we had a very entertaining evening.

The next morning, several fellows left early to head back to Asuansi, while the rest of us waited to catch a later Tro Tro back to Accra for another day of research. A few members of the Accra contingent decided to sleep in, but Megan, Colin, and I were feeling adventurous, so we decided to climb the highest peak in West Africa, Mt. Afadjato! It was a fantastic hike, and when we reached the summit, we were surrounded in a thick layer of fog that obscured everything from sight. It was strangely surreal and somewhat reminiscent of heaven. We headed back to Accra that night, but upon arriving at our hotel, we quickly realized that we did not want to be there. We randomly chose something out of the guidebook, which turned out to be a hostel…but we decided to stay there anyway, especially given the air conditioning and running water. We met a few other international travelers, so we invited them to dinner and then out on the town. It was quite an experience, and we definitely discovered the happening club location in Accra.

Monday morning was another productive research day, and I visited an NGO called Plan Ghana, which focuses heavily on food security. We left Accra that afternoon, stopped in Cape Coast to pick up food for dinner, and made it back to Asuansi in record time. The final week was somewhat of a blur, as I spent most of it at an internet café writing for hours on end. My paper turned out to be 28 pages, and I’m still finishing the final touches, but it was an overall successful endeavor.

We spent our final weekend at Oasis in Cape Coast, dancing, talking, laughing, and reminiscing about the past month of our lives. Then Sunday afternoon we took our final bus ride back to Accra for our very last night in Ghana. We decided to dress up in our Ghanaian wear for dinner, and it felt amazing to put on clean clothes for the first time in a while. We happened upon an Italian restaurant in town, so we devoured several surprisingly delicious pizzas before hitting the streets to go club-hunting. The night was going wonderfully…that is, until I tripped and fell waist deep into a sewer in my floor-length green dress. I spent the next hour at Kentucky Fried Chicken (the only fast-food place I saw in all of Ghana) icing my leg and washing my dress in the sink. I refused to let the sewer de-rail my plans, however, so off to the dance floor we went. We stayed at the club until 3:00 am and then stayed up the rest of the night to soak up the last of each other’s company. When we arrived at the airport, it suddenly hit me that I would be leaving my newfound Ghana family, and it was incredibly hard to say goodbye.

As I stepped onto the airplane, into a world so familiar yet so foreign, my mind was flooded with memories from the past five weeks. Children chasing after me on my morning runs, the station master helping me find the right tro tro, children holding out their hands in desperation, mothers carrying their babies through crowded streets, men dying in the road, rainstorms pounding the earth and reminding me what it feels like to be alive.

I don’t know how to articulate the impact that this trip has had on my life, but I do know that it has changed me forever. It has changed my perspective and my priorities, my outlook and my insight. Most importantly, however, these five weeks have proven that beauty, generosity, and hope can be found in the most unlikely places. I will miss you, Ghana.

Hospital Headaches

18 Jun

Well, today was definitely an interesting one…several good contacts, but hardly any progress on the research front…not to mention a rather persistent marriage proposal. After another great run with Sydney, we took our bucket showers and then headed off to Cape Coast for the day. The roads were pretty muddy from the recent rains, and everything was slippery, so maneuvering a Tro Tro packed with people was a difficult feat. As we were struggling up a rocky hill, we saw a large truck caught in a ditch and another equally large truck trying to pull it out with a rope. Needless to say, the truck wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

We arrived in Cape Coast around 10:00 am and then headed to Koto Kuraba station, where we parted ways to take cabs to the New Side and the Old Side. Upon arriving at the campus, I met up with Jacob, the president of the Student Nutrition Association, and he decided to take me to the Cape Coast Regional Hospital. It was quite secluded, and I likely would not have found it without his help, so it was great to have a local who knew the ins and outs of the area. The hospital was quite an experience in itself, and upon entering, I knew I was NOT in Kansas anymore. Nurses were dressed in old-fashioned white outfits, people sat in packed rows like the DMV, and children were coughing and crying at every turn. We headed upstairs to the nutrition office, where several of Jacob’s classmates were spending the day, and tried to speak with the lead dietitian. She was incredibly cold, however, and told us that we would need to speak with the head administrator…so off to his office we went. He was busy when we arrived, so we waited until he returned, and then Jacob introduced me. For a minute it seemed like I would be in luck…but then he told me that I would need to write an official letter stating my purpose and intent…so I will be trekking back tomorrow with hopefully more success (and Jessie to accompany me on my journey). After finally leaving the hospital, Jacob and I took a cab back to town, and then I left to meet some of the fellows at Baobaab House. I had a delicious omelet with boiled plantains (yes, I’m officially obsessed) and worked on my letter to present to the hospital administrator tomorrow. After printing it out at an internet café in town, we met up with Sydney and left for the Tro Tro station. It was especially busy this afternoon, and we had to wait quite a while for our Tro Tro, during which time EVERYONE tried to sell us something. Pretty soon, the shouts of “Meat Pies,” “Water” “Mentos” “Rolls” all started to blur in my head. Our Tro Tro finally arrived, but when we went to get on, there was a sudden wave of people who were all headed for Yamadam! Fortunately, the stationmaster jumped in the front and saved it for us, which was awesome.

Paula and John made a delicious stir-fry for dinner, and the rest of the evening has been devoted to research and paper-writing. I’m currently sitting in the conference room eating a FanChoco (frozen chocolate milk) and falling asleep on my computer. Off to join the spiders and crickets that are currently inhabiting my bedroom…woohoo.

Beaching in Busua

17 Jun

It’s 10:30 pm Ghana time, and we’re back at Asuansi after another amazing weekend. The fun started on Friday morning, when I had a group of about 20 kids following me on my run. Their stamina is truly mind-blowing. We spent the rest of the morning packing and finishing up last-minute cleaning before heading off on our journey to Busua. We had to split up since Lorenzo had all of his luggage to bring back, so the majority of us went to catch a Tro Tro in Yamadam, while Natalie, Lorenzo, and John took a taxi. It was a bit of a dis-jointed trip, as we had to go to Cape Coast, then to Tacarati, then to Agona, and finally to Busua, but after several hours of packed Tro Tros, we finally pulled into the beautiful seaside town. It was small and humble, as are most of the towns I have visited thus far, but the vibe was significantly different than anything I have experienced here. It was definitely more laid-back and peaceful, and people seemed less likely to stiff you at every turn. We got settled into our quaint hotel on the beach, called Dadson’s Lodge, and then went to explore the town while we waited for the rest of our group. When they still hadn’t arrived after an hour, we called to see what the holdup was and found out that their driver had been pulled over by the (extremely corrupt) police for apparently running a stop sign. Always a lovely feeling. After the appropriate “tax” was paid, they were free to go and arrived shortly after. We spent some time exploring the beach and then headed to Busua Inn for cocktails and dinner at their French restaurant. We were staying right next to an NGO called Teach on the Beach, so they invited to a beach bonfire following dinner. It was a beautiful night, and we had a great time meeting new people, dancing, and sampling interesting African drinks. Sydney and I tried a lemon liquor with coconut rum, and I was definitely a fan.

Saturday morning, Sydney and I both happened to wake up super early, so we went for a beautiful run on the beach. It was so peaceful, and I loved the feel of running barefoot for the first time in a while. Following our run, we headed back to the hotel for SHOWERS (no hot water, but at least it was running) and then went down to breakfast with Colin, John, and Lorenzo. While the rest of the group slept (and slept and slept), Sydney, Colin, and I went for a rejuvenating swim in the ocean. We swam out past the break and bobbed in the swells, taking in the incredible views on all sides. We were about to head in when we were suddenly attacked by a clan of naked Ghanaian children who wanted to play in the waves with us. We played Ampeh ( a jumping game), gave piggy back rides, and danced in the water until we were all too tired to move. Then we headed back for shower number two and lunch at the beachside restaurant next door. They served burritos, so everyone couldn’t wait to get a slight taste of home. They weren’t exactly American/Mexican burritos, but they at least bore some resemblance. We spent the afternoon reading, talking, walking, and pondering life on Busua’s beautiful shore. Then it was back to the room for shower number three (hey, this is what happens when you are deprived of showers for three weeks!) and dinner at the burrito place again. It was Lorenzo’s last night in Ghana :(, and we wanted to send him off with a bang, so we bought some coconut rum and went in search of dancing. While walking through town, we heard music and stumbled upon the only swanky resort I have seen so far in Ghana. Our ears led us to an incredible pool with no one in it, so we took it upon ourselves to start the party. At one point, a hotel attendant came walking toward us, and we thought the party was over, but she asked where we were from and if she could join us! I love Ghanaians. After the impromptu pool sesh, we walked back along the beach and headed to our hotel for shower number four and bed.

I woke up at 5:00 am this morning to the sound of thunder and torrential rain, and while it wasn’t ideal beach weather, it was certainly a wonderful way to start the day. When the showers let up, I went for another mind-clearing run and then an early lunch at the burrito restaurant before saying goodbye to Busua. Our trip back was relatively uneventful, and Asuansi was in good shape when we returned, so things are looking up at the moment. On the research front, I just got a great email from a woman at the Hunger Project who has offered to help me with my topic! I also just booked a hotel in Accra for Wednesday and Thursday, and I’ll be heading to the University of Ghana with three other fellows to speak with professors in the nutrition department. Lots to think about, but things are slowly coming together. I’m excited to start week number four!

Plantain Overload

14 Jun

I tried to post last night, but the internet failed…so here’s an update.


It’s 9:40 pm Ghana time, and today has been pretty darn fantastic. Sydney and I started the morning with another beautiful run and great conversation. I think I’m actually starting to get used to the massive hills here, even though they still leave me breathless. There were no buckets when I went to shower, so I headed over to the well to fill one up and automatically put it on my head to carry it back. After some laundry and oatmeal, Sydney and I headed to Cape Coast for a day of research. The Tro Tro dropped us off at the wrong station, but we got our bearings and walked over to the “Agric-Junction,” a collection of agriculture and food-related offices located near the town center. We had been referred by a professor at the University of Cape Coast, but when we got to the massive row of haggard-looking buildings, we realized that we had absolutely no idea where we were going. After some wandering, we finally located the right building and found Madame Esther Akomaning, the head of food production and perseveration. She seemed like she was in the middle of a million and one things, but she whisked us into her office and spent over an hour discussing our research. Although I read several articles before arriving in Ghana, nothing compares to the information I’ve gotten directly from Ghanaians who understand the idiosyncrasies and customs of their people. She spoke with us about nutrition, family food production, food processing, and management of resources, and she was definitely the most articulate and well spoken person I have met here so far.

On our way back into town, Sydney and I shared a grilled plantain from a street vendor, and it was so delicious! I’m definitely trying them when I get back home. We were both starving, so we headed to Castle Café for lunch overlooking the water. I was craving more plantains, so I ordered vegetable stew with boiled plantains…definitely the best thing I’ve had here so far. I could seriously eat plantains every day.

We were on our way back to Agric-Junction to meet with another department official when we ran into Megan and Lorenzo at a clothing vendor. I ended up buying a beautiful Ghanaian dress, and I can’t wait to wear it on our next night out. Our second interview was with a fertilizer expert, and while his expertise pertained more to Sydney’s research than mine, he had some really interesting things to say about food security.

Tired but full of great information, we headed back into town to catch a Tro Tro home. I feel like I’m getting to know Cape Coast fairly well and growing accustomed to life here. I never thought I would say this, but it’s going to be weird to leave. I’m even getting used to the constant shouts of “AuBruni” (white person) from the village children and “Hey! You. Whereyougoing?” from the hoards of taxi drivers at the “station.”

Paula and Jessie made French toast with bananas and nutella for dinner (YUM), and now I’m back in the conference room attempting to do some reason before I fall asleep on my laptop. That’s all for now… I can’t believe I’m halfway through the trip already!


So I’ve finally started to get my bearings and solidify me research…and then it hit me that I still have to write a paper. Yikes. With that in mind, Sydney and I decided to devote today to getting organized and working on our outlines. We went for another great run this morning, and it started to rain midway through, which was awesome. After chilly bucket showers and breakfast, we headed to Cape Coast again and started wandering. We walked past Cape Coast Castle and ended up finding a peaceful spot on the beach to sit and talk. We explained our research in detail and gave each other suggestions and feedback on our progress and future direction. It was extremely helpful, and I feel like I actually know where I’m going and what I’m looking for over the course of the next few weeks.

When we got hungry, we headed to Castle Café again for another plantain fix. When the plantains arrived, however, they were hard and bitter, and we both left them on our plates 😦 When the waitress lamented about our lack of plantain consumption, and we explained that they tasted different, she suddenly understood. Apparently there are two different varieties of plantains, and if they’re cooked when they’re still green, they taste like starchy, underripe vegetables. Oops. We know better now though because she told us to specify that we want “soft ones” next time. After our disappointing lunch, we found an internet “café” (ie. little upstairs room with wifi for 1 cedi an hour), and we’ve been working on our research ever since. I found a lot of potential contacts in Accra, so I emailed them to see if I could meet with them next week…fingers crossed for a response that does not follow the Ghanaian sense of time.  We’ve been here for the past three hours, but we’re about to head back over to Castle Café to celebrate John’s birthday. Plantains round two.

I’m hoping to get in some more work on my paper tonight and then get packed for the weekend. Off to Busua for some beach bumming tomorrow!

Rainstorms and Research

12 Jun

Well today has definitely proved that animals know a lot more than we give them credit for. We were about to go to bed last night when one of the fellows noticed several streaks of water below our front porch…or so he thought. The “streaks” were about 10 feet long and three inches thick, and they branched into bizarre patterns, somewhat like gnarled trees. Upon taking a closer look, however, we soon discovered that they were actually massive lines of flesh-eating ants. Welcome to Ghana. Oh, and apparently they can kill a person in under three hours…so much for going to bed. We armed ourselves with mops, brooms, and buckets and went to battle (or rather, Lorenzo went to battle and tried to derail their lines with a mop). We thought we had made some progress, but the lines soon began to reform thicker than ever, so we gave up and went to bed. A few people set alarms for 2:00 am to make sure they hadn’t marched their lines into our rooms in the middle of the night.

This morning I woke up at 5:30 am to the sound of a torrential rainstorm. Then it hit me that the ants had come out to gather food (in the form of dead bugs from our porch) and then weather out the storm underground. Smart little creatures.

I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I did some yoga and then took a freezing cold bucket shower to wake up. It took us a while to get going this morning because of the disastrous weather, but a few people managed to head over to the junior secondary school at Asuansi to interview teachers. They came back five minutes later with the news that teachers don’t come to school when it rains because it’s too loud on the tin roof. Apparently they found a bunch of screaming children running around unsupervised for the day. Party time. Since the school plan wasn’t an option, Paula, Natalie, Jessie, and I decided to head to Cape Coast in search of a health clinic and a high school. When we got to Yamadam, I reached out to grab the handle of the Tro Tro as I climbed in…and the entire door fell off! Oops. The whole Tro Tro filled with Ghanaians started laughing at me but assured me that it was not my fault. That fact was solidified when the Tro Tro broke down halfway to Cape Coast, and the driver dropped us off at the side of the road to wait for another one. We eventually made it to Cape Coast, and Jessie and I immediately found a large health clinic. The director did not have much to say about either of our topics, but he sent us to the Metropolitan Health Directive in search of more information. It was quite a walk, and we got lost several times, but an incredibly sweet Ghanaian woman took pity on us and walked us the rest of the way. The directive had an on-site nutrition center which deals primarily with severely malnourished children. I spoke with an intern who was extremely helpful, and she explained many of the barriers to proper nutrition in rural Ghana. She also showed me a photo album of their patients, which was incredibly disturbing. I have never seen such emaciated and helpless-looking children in my life.

Following the clinic, I headed to Baobab House to meet Paula, while Natalie and Jessie took off for a nearby high school. Paula was caught up in a meeting, and I thought I was going to have to head back alone, but suddenly Sydney and John arrived out of nowhere. We had some lunch and then Sydney and I headed to the University of Cape Coast to talk with one of the agriculture professors. He was incredibly knowledgeable and well-spoken, and we both got some great information. After another long walk and a very tiresome day, we finally caught a Tro Tro headed for Yamadam. As we neared one of the station stops, there was a man lying face-down on the side of the road, and the driver did not even acknowledge his presence, let along stop. I don’t know if this apathy is a product of the bystander effect or simply ignorance, but it is rather disheartening.

When we were all back safely at Asuansi, Megan made eggplant with tomatoes, avocado bruschetta, and pasta. It was quite a feast. We’re currently all in the conference room, working on our papers and enjoying the fans. Another successful day of research completed 🙂