In 10 minutes we had packed our things, along with our shiskabobs and drinks, and were wading through the knee deep water with our belongings on our backs. I tried not to think about what I was walking through. Considering the fact I was scheduled to leave in 2 days I was concerned I wouldn't be able to get back, but Simon assured me that we would be back very soon. Good thing too, considering I later realized I had forgotten my passport, something I apparently didn't think important enough to save from rising floodwaters. The whole village came out to help the obrunis get to dry land and Jenny, who was carrying a large bowl of popcorn, fed most of them along the way. Like true Americans, we saved the food. When we finally reached dry land Simon drove us to his small apartment on the next hill over. Despite the fact that we would have to sleep on matresses carried out by village boys, I was excited for the prospect of wifi and running water, even if it was cold. We settled in, grilled our shiskabobs and took showers. The "running" water was more like a watering can above my head, but it was certainly an upgrade from a bucket. Sleeping arrangements were cozy, to say the least. There were 6 of us to 3 twin matresses pushed together on the floor, and the one boy got a wicker couch in the living room, which didn't look much better. Not long after falling asleep, I woke up freezing. The first, and only time, I was ever cold in Ghana. Having not packed many provisions to keep warm, I grabbed my scarf and tried to calm my shivering. Unfortunately, I couldn't. My body had picked the worst time to develop a fever, and my cold sweat continued through most of the night. Plagued by a lack of sleep and nausea, Fati was a welcome sight in the morning. She made us a delicious breakfast, as usual, and she and I set off to buy food for dinner and try to retrieve my things from the house. I didn't realize we'd be walking the whole way, which probably consisted of several miles with a steep uphill journey both ways. I tried to keep up in the scorching heat, but my stomach was threatening to lose its contents at any moment. Fati didn't seem to notice though, she talked away with a bag of food balanced on her head. When we finally reached the house, back through the knee deep water, the security guard that was supposed to be there was nowhere to be found. He had padlocked the door and disappeared, of course. After making several unsuccessful calls and waiting for a good 30 minutes, Fati and I made the journey back to the apartment empty handed. The trip had been a waste, and I was feeling worse than ever when we finally got back. Luckily, or maybe ironically, we were able to return to the house later that evening, and I began to pack to go home.