my parents decided that it would be a great idea to travel with some of their colleagues to Ghana. Itching for a bit of a getaway I relished the idea. Little did I know.
We left promptly at twelve pm Thursday, this is quite a big step for my family who cant be punctual even at gun point. the excitement was thick in the air.
So we're on our jolly way, stopping at stations to get ice and refreshments, stock up on snacks. we pass through towns and cities, taking pictures of the strange happenings. Then on to the open road a few hours later we're at the border. Ghana wont let us through because our car is apparently missing some important papers. not wanting to give into their attempts of making us bribe them (corruption is why Africa moves at a snails pace) we tell them we'll just turn back. seeing as we're diplomats and they could get into a spot of trouble they miraculously find a solution to our problem.
we encounter the other group and race off.
Six hours later we start wondering if we passed it or if it even exists. we pass a village every few K's but no signs of the town we're heading to. we press on hoping its just over the horizon.
10 pm and we still haven't arrived and the other car has a puncture in the middle of nowhere, one of the drivers is fumbling around in the bushes because his wedding ring slipped off. desperation to not ring he new year in on the road to nowhere and fear where rife in the air.
We get to what feels like the millionth road block of the trip and realise we've made it to Cape Coast. relief. We ask for directions to the hotel, the cop tells us its in Accra, two hours away!!! O.o stress. panic. anger. We check the brochure to make sure, yes its in Accra. try hard not to strangle the reservation maker, Mavis you will not be mentioned. decided that no one is to blame and that we should have all double checked.
With the clock ticking away we scramble to find a hotel before midnight. make some calls, cross our fingers and toes.
after checking in we're informed there's a party going on. somehow as soon as we stumble (literally) into the party the countdown starts and its a new year!!!!!
why does this happen to people? i must say it was an interesting beginning to the year.
the rest of the trip went much smoother. visited a 500 year old castle the next day. was harassed by street vendors galore. drove into Accra anyway, drove around, ate, met some of my dads friends, partied and decided to leave the next day

