pub crawl
Lat night, I went to a pub crawl sponsored by Champs Bar. I was a little worried that I was not going to have much fun since the people I was going with got stranded in the middle of Ghana on a broken down bus. It was awesome without them, though. We started at 4pm at Champs. We got our T-shrts and piled into an old school tro-tro. By old school I mean a truck with 2x4s for seats. The thing only went about 30 miles per hour, but felt like 90.
We went to ten bars and had a drink at each. At bar #4 somebody puked. It was not me, but someone wrote on my shirt, "puked at Ryan's Bar". Later, the found the real vomitter and added to my shirt "wrongly accused".
I met tons of people. I would be more descriptive, but I am still recovering from the crawl.

