Typical Day in Ghana

I thought you might be interested in what a "typical" work day is like for me over here. It struck me this morning how normal it's become for me, and that it's pretty similar to a work day anywhere else, except in the details... Here's what I mean.
I wake up at 6 AM to lock the gate after my host sister who has a driver take her to school at this time (I live with a wealthier family; Allison - she goes to Montessori and is just finishing grade seven). I have cereal for breakfast, because I can't do spicy rice and meat first thing in the morning, iron whatever I will wear to work that day, boil some water and pour it into a bucket in the showering room, adding some room-temperature water from the big storage bins of water to make it warm, and bathe by pouring water from the bucket over my head with a big ladle. I get dressed, braid my hair, and brush my teeth with more stored water (being careful not to swallow and spit it all out). If I have something for lunch I pack it up, otherwise I take my bag with my work things, unlock the padlock on the inside of the gate, return the keys to the house, and lock the padlock after me on the outside of the gate when I leave.
The trotro station I go to is a short walk up the road. It's called Pillar 2 Oheneho (or something like that). I take a trotro direction Dome and after an extremely bumpy ride, get off at a main intersection between Dome and Dome Market. Sometimes I buy some bufloat or cake for a snack later in the morning. Next, I take a trotro directoin Madina and get off at "Carpenter's Shop" in Haatso. This stop is tricky because for the longest time I thought they were saying "Carpington's Stop" because of the accent and when I tried to repeat it no one had any idea what I was talking about. Eventually, I was told it was actually Carpenter's Shop, and now I have a pretty easy time of getting off where I need to. So, next I walk past the carpenter's shop and a brick factory, and turn down Queen Street (a.k.a. Why My Feet Are Always Dirty Road), a dirt road that is extremely potholed and usually flooded with small lakes that are filled with garbage that I attempt to walk around without slipping on the mud.
I work from 8:30 AM to 4 PM. At lunch a young woman named Beatrice, or Bee, goes into Haatso Station up the road to pick up food for people here in the office. Sometimes I give her some money and ask for rice and chicken, or I go with her for the trip.
The return trip is rather funny because I can't get a trotro at the same place I get off in the morning. I have to go into Dome Market and get a trotro for Pillar 2 there. Both commutes are around one hour, and costs 85 pesewas each way. I'm always the only white person on the trotro, but people are usually friendly and appreciative when I try to use the few twi phrases I know. I can't tell you how many times I've got lost or on the wrong side of the street trying to "pick" a trotro going the wrong way, and been redirected by a friendly Ghanaian who can tell how confused I am.
Well, I hope that was mildly interesting. Feel free to let me know if there's anything in particular you'd like to hear about!