JESSE
Not much to say here execpt the travel is difficult and tireing it took us 2 days to get here.

The Accra atmosphere is fire and brimstone. The air is thick with soot and the smell of fires burning in the distance.

Dreads: Here I am called one love and Rasta. People look at me expectantly and perhaps for money but then again possibly for something revolutionary.
It is interesting and pleasing to have people look upon you expecting great things.

Caryl
WOW! Arrived at Schiphol airport in Amsterdam, 6:30am, to a beautiful sunny day! We took a train from the airport into the center of town. Great trip, 20 minutes, clean cars, good price. The central station is an intersting piece of archecture that is currently under renovation.

When we stepped out of the station we faced one of the city's many canals so we decided to make good use of our two hours in the city to take a canal cruise tour. This was a good choice as we were able to get an overview of things, homes, especially the house boats along the canals, people and businesses. Each with it's own personality.

We met good folks from Australia and Germany. There were many people taking advantage of legal smoking along the canals, wink, wink!
We saw Bikes-Bikes-Bikes!~ It seems everyone rides bikes. The bicycle parking lots were a trip-full of thousands of bikes!
Looking forward to returning for a more through look at the end of the trip!
For now...back to the airport.

Back on the plane ready for Ghana! The flight was never ending.....6 hours...........full -got ants in my pants! Watched the DiVinci Code--too long! also the Simpsons and the A Team. The KLM entertainment was cool a large library of movies, tv and music old and new.

Before arrival the flight attendants warned that they had to spray our compartment because Ghana's laws insist that this will help with sanitation . They walked up and down the aisles with something that looked like Glade air freshener and that was that!

We landed on time, disembarked onto the tarmac and were buses to the terminal. People greeted us with AKWAABA! NP with immagration and they did not ask for the yellow fever cert. Luggage-change money and we r off!

Masao Meroe's friend Kayode was waiting for us and we headed to the Sankofa Beach House. Stopped at a CHOP SHOP-snack bar- along the way. For Goat soup and fufu. I had my first STAR beer.

The ride out to the beach was long Traffic is not for the weak of spirit, Kayode was outstanding, he is from Ibadan and knows how to keep on truckin' We passed the Kwame Nkrumah memorial circle and passed through town to our area of dirt roads and huge pot holes. The roads were lined with vendors whose stalls were lit by kerosene flames which reminded me of the night markets in Nigeria...one hour later ....home sweet home! We were so tired we just crashed.

I fell asleep listening to the mother's waves crashing ashore. Sweet dreams................