Gothenburg, je t'aime!

No time to blog, really, I promise! Just had to vent. Today a crazy person threw a stone the size of a brick on my car, leaving Roger with a nice 5 inch/12cm scratch. Until then, I'd always felt sympathy towards the mentally ill, trying to think of what could be done to help them. But in that moment, as Roger's paint bled, my fingers itched to pick up the stone lying next to my foot, aim hard and throw it at his head! i didn't of course, partly because I am after all sane, but mostly because I was scared of how he'd retaliate.

No wonder all forms of political correctness are gone in Ghana when referring to mentally ill persons. Because surely, it is only here that a mentally ill person can, in legislation be referred to as an "insane lunatic"!

Anyway, since I don't know when I'll blog again, thought it would be nice to show some pictures of my trip to La Suède. Enjoy!

(All from a spontaneous Friday evening trip on my friend's father's boat to the mini islands at the south of Gothenburg.)





Baby A chilling...

...whilst baby L is lifted to the skies by his proud maternal gramps...

...and paternal grandma...

...and his name called out three times, as is common in the traditional Ghanaian outdooring.