In any case, the hard work paid off in the end because I got the next week completely off-- and so I went to Ghana for the weekend with two Dutchies (Lisbeth and Johan), and a Canadian, eh? (David). I'll need to separate the Ghana update into two posts, since there's a lot to write about, and sorry if the pictures seem a little oddly timed (I didn't have my camera charger then, and Lisbeth is the only one who brought her camera. We were trying to conserve camera battery, but it still died on us after the first day. Humbug.) It was a pretty last minute trip, and we had a bit of a run-around with our Togo-Ghana visas at the Ghanaian embassy, but we finally disembarked the ship on Friday afternoon for our weekend away. If you look at the geography of Togo, the country itself is vertically long and thin, so the two bordering countries (Benin and Ghana) are very close-- the border of Ghana is only about a 15 minute taxi ride away from Lomé. When we got to the border, we filled out our paperwork, went through about 4 different booths, and were soon on the other, English speaking side; all in all, we got through with relatively little hassle.
Once we were on the other side, we boarded a “bus” to take us to our destination— a beach camp located along the Ghanian coastline, in Ada Foah. The “bus” is basically a beat-up VW van; the four of us climbed into the back row, and after waiting for about half an hour for them to fill it with as many people as possible, we were off. We paid 6 cedis each (Ghanaian currency, about 4 dollars), which is not bad for a 3 hour bus ride. No air conditioning, but the windows were open the entire way, so a nice, sweaty, slightly sandy, sticky ride. Some of the roads were rather smooth, while others were so bad that I though the van would fall apart because it was rattling so much. Poor Lisbeth got stuck sitting on the tiny jump seat and when we eventually got out, she was walking funny for the first five minutes. You could definitely see the difference between the two countries, even within the first hour of being in Ghana— the security, or pseudo-security, is a lot stricter than in Togo. Every 15 minutes/half hour or so, we’d be stopped along the road by the Ghanian police who would flash their ridiculously bright flashlights in through the van windows. Once, at some checkpoint station, we had to get out of the van to show our passports. What they were looking for, I have no clue, and really, what could you find with a random 5 second flash of light? Who knows.
The plan was originally to stay at the beach for two days, but when we finally got to Ada Foah, our group spontaneously decided to go another 2 hours to Accra, instead. We figured, might as well see the capital city as well, since we’re already in Ghana. Just our luck, when we actually rolled into Accra around 11 PM, we found that there was some sort of conference going on in town, and as a result, all the hotels were full! It was such a hard concept for me to wrap my head around, since hotels are rarely ever full in the states unless they're amazing hotels and it's the holiday season, but we literally walked into well over 10 different hotels and were told the same thing each time. At one hotel, we saw two guys sprawled out on mattresses in the foyer, because there wasn’t enough room for them either. At another, one manager actually asked, “… You all don’t have a Lonely Planet or something?”, which I took to mean, “Wow, for white people in Africa, ya’ll are sucky travelers.” In the end, we resorted to calling someone that Johan knew— Denis, one of the ship’s deckhands who lives in Ghana. Denis actually came out in the middle of the night to take us to a hotel, and then invited us to breakfast in his home the next day. He had golfing plans the next day, but he even arranged a taxi driver to escort us around Accra—and before we left in the morning, we got to see an actual golf course… in Africa. My mom would’ve loved that. Denis is awesome. He now has a place to stay if he is ever in the states, or in Canada, or in Holland. Here’s some pictures of us at breakfast:
Riding a taxi on the nicely paved roads of Accra. Lisbeth in front of the hotel that we were finally able to stay at.
The visit to Accra was nice, if uneventful. Ghana is considered the pearl of West Africa, the hope of what Africa could be—democratic, industrialized.
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