I added a 2-day stopover in Amsterdam to my "Ghana 2008" trip. I don't imagine I'll remember anything about Amsterdam, but I feel like I need to get my planning game up. Usually, when I take a trip it's with my chick so I pretend to plan and shit, but really I'm just sitting on my ass. Soon enough, she figures out that if she's going to have any fun, she's going to have to plan it all herself. That approach normally works. Once, I was forced to plan a trip all by myself because she was on to me. This led me to forget my bags at home. Needless to say, I don't want that to happen this time. She's not coming on this one, so I need to fool someone else into doing all my planning.
Do any of you fools out there know anything about these two countries? Got any suggestions for me?
When I bought my travel guides for this trip, the lady behind the counter at Borders told me she did Amsterdam in a day and a half and all she remembers is bumping into a transvestite and that's it. She regrets that and I suppose I would too.
A friend of mine was born in Ghana and then he moved to the Netherlands and then he moved here and we grew up together. I would ask him about his countries, but now he's a body-builder and I avoid saying much to him these days because if I say the wrong word he might trap my neck in one of his muscles and snap my head off. I've seen too many Schwarzenegger movies to take the chance.
Anyhow, I'm finding that this leaving the country thing has some hidden costs. Friday, I got some deadly diseases injected into me so I can avoid contracting those same diseases while I'm in Ghana. For my trouble, I spent $380, had some slight dizziness over the weekend and soreness in my arm, which my oldest brother made worse by punching me right where I got the shot. When I was a kid he always managed to punch me after I got a shot. After he punched me on Sunday he wrestled me to the ground. My mother then reminded him that he was almost 40, to which he replied, "I'm not almost 40, I'm 36." *snicker, snicker*
Then there's the malaria medication. The woman at the pharmacy asked me for my insurance card before telling me the price. "I don't have one," I told her. Then she stares at me for a moment. "Umm...the malaria medication is $260," she said. I replied, "Oh." She went into the back and did something and dropped the price by $100.
And uh...my grandmother is 101, so yay for her...and yay for Obama, don't turn into an Ol' Bama. Here's an alternate version of Monday's song with an extra verse to get him through November: