Wow, Frogmore, pity you didn't roam through Abidjan, you would for sure have ended up at our dinner table! That is exactly the kind of person my Mom used to collect - I came home from school once and found a whole Crossroads Africa group... And when I was in Lome, I never saw a white cab driver, male or female! But it was the Peace Corps doctor who dealt with me when my gall bladder blew up, thanks, whoever he was.

And Charlie, thanks, I'll check them out. Unfortunately most of the individuals we knew are dead, victims of the AIDS plague, but I'll still look around!