Day 1: really really early start, flew from heathrow airport to portugal, then portugal to ghana. Met people from my group on the plane which was nice :) On the way to Portugal I sat next to some bizarre Portuguese backpacker guys who were funny! At Lisbon airport met a few more people from our group: Laura, Anna, Sophie, Sunny, Lilly, Morgan, Nas, Tom, Mike, Rose. They all seemed great :) On the plane to ghana I sat next to Lilly who was fun, but I mainly slept I was so so tired! I had eaten so much this day! I ate a few packets of mini cheddars in the car to the airport, ate beans on toast at the airport with my mum, ate a tuna sandwich lunch thing on the plane to portugal, ate mcdonalds chips at Lisbon, and a dinner on the plane to Ghana (which was gross - some mashed potato pie thing…).
We arrived in Ghana! It was about midnight local time, and when we stepped off the plane the humidity really hit me! It was like I was in a steam room, so so strange! Never experienced that sort of thing before, but surprisingly I adjusted to it really quickly. It took a very long day to get through passport control, and we all had to show our yellow fever cards (to prove we’ve had the injection)…One girl, Morgan, had left hers in England so that was really worrying, but all she had to do was pay £10 to the people and they let her through (so corrupt). So we finally got through passport control, and we were such sweaty, tired messes! We went to collect our luggage and luckily mine was there…of course, 2 girls were without theirs (the airline left it in England), so they were a bit anxious but nothing could be done! People were arriving in the next few days who would collect their luggage and bring it with them. We also met Miranda at the airport who had got on a posh no stop flight. So now we took a minbus to the main coach station in Accra, and although it was midnight and dark, I still got a little look at Accra, and the bumpy journey was fun! Dirt roads…I’d be getting used to them. We arrived at the coach station and got on quite a posh coach (air conditioning AND leg room!). So I thought it was going to be a comfortable, sleep filled journey (took about 6 hours to get to Kumasi). But NO. I’d soon be learning that there were 3 words that didn’t exist in my month to come…1. comfortable, 2. sleep filled and 3. quick! Ha - ha. The coach belted out gospel songs through the stereo system the WHOLE journey, and my seating turned out to be the only one with a broken volume control so we couldn’t turn the volume down at all…fun hey. So I was feeling pretty delirious by this point… I tried looking out of the window but it was pitch black so I couldn’t see anything, and couldn’t sleep either. But I was in Ghana!
Day 2: At about 6am we arrived in Kumasi, it was light in the town and it seemed like there wasn’t one person who wasn’t awake! The town was crowded with the bustle of people beginning their day’s. We took a minibus from the coach station to the charity house, and the rain was torrential. It was rainy season in Ghana! We got to the house…and the electricity and water were out, because of the rain. SO no showers for us? Well, we filled up buckets of rain water and made do :) We discovered that this house had the cutest puppy called Freedom who loved to bite! By this point we all needed sleep, so everyone slept. I was hoping for a good full sleep, but unfortunately everyone decided to wake up about 9.30 so I didn’t want to be the only one sleeping in. We got up, had breakfast and hung around the house for a while. There was still no power and it was still raining so we played some games in the dark, it was fun. We had lunch, took a short walk around the block to see some of the town, but we didn’t see much at all. At about 3, our group packed up once again and headed to the coach station. We waited here for quite a while. We ate some watermelon, watched a funeral happening (they party hard at their funerals), and met a few more people from our group who had just arrived…Nick, Kali and Neil. But they went to the Kumasi house for a night and day. We got on the coach and departed for Bolgatanga. This journey took about 10 hours! It was extremely uncomfortable, but hey! We were almost there, the last leg of our journey. We stopped numerous times for ‘toilet’ breaks - pee in the bush. And then…WE ARRIVED. I vividly remember sitting on a wall at Bolga coach
…to be continued