The Communication Saga

So Dad has been trying to access his email in every country we've seen. First, we didn't have the correct website to log in. We tried in London and Paris- couldn't get to the login page. Finally, yesterday here in Ghana we were able to bring up the login- and he forgot his password. He tried everything he could think of- no good. So I emailed Adam to ask for the password (he is the keeper of the keys) and so Dad wanted to return to the cafe this morning to try it. Round 5 of Dad vs. Cyberspace. The power was out. Finally, we returned again this afternoon. And Dad, after a few tries and some misplaced @ symbols, got into his email account. He had no new messages. On the phone side of things, it's been a nightmare. My cell phone here doesn't work. Then we bought some credits (it's the prepaid cell phone system here) for Mom and Dad's phone, which is new. The credits didn't work. So Dad bought a new chip for the phone, thus changing the phone number. All this time, we kept sending messages to my brother and sister for them to call us. Then the new number was read wrong, so when we finally got a hold of Adam and Em to give them the new number, it was the wrong number. So today my inbox had some irrate messages from them- Apparently Em thought she had spoken to us but had actually spoken to some Ghanaians, who are often virtually unintelligble over the phone. But that's been the story of my life. I've spent the last year in a relationship full of powerless internet cafes and broken phones and communication problems. But I'm done with that now. Now I've passed the communication problems to my family.