IT'S NOT OVER YET!

Because there's photos! Here is a link to the album!

Also, I will probably go into more detail about my last 1.5 weeks of traveling...hey, why not start now? It has been a while, so I don't know how I will remember, but lucky for you, I will make it brief.

So after Lise all of a sudden ditching work to come travel with me, we had to wait in the bus station for like 3 hours waiting for our tro-tro to fill up. As Lise sat with the bags I went around and did some investigating, and discovered another tro-tro in a random lot half a km away that was also going our direction, and they were showing more promise of leaving sooner. I went back, and we grabbed our bags off the top of the tro-tro, and we probably got on our way at least an hour earlier than we would have.

Our destination was Bimbilla, a small town south east of Tamale, near the border of Togo and the Volta Region.

The bus ride was pretty long, I think 5 hours, most of it on really rough dirt road. We were taking a VERY unconventional route back to Accra, and we were not sure how long it would take.

Just before arriving in Bimbilla there was a downpour that soaked our bags sitting on top of the tro-tro. They stopped and brought them inside for us, but it was too late. Most everything was already wet.

We wanted to move further south to Nkwanta, but we were unable to find a vehicle going there that day. We didn't mind too much as we were both tired and needed some real food (not just $.15 kebabs of organ meat shoved into our window at village stop) and a rest.

Lise had been trying for a long time to find some of the campaign shirts from the recent election. As we walked past the headquarters for the local chapter of the NPP, I suggested we just go and ask them if they knew where to find their party's t-shirts. The guys playing mancala outside were really friendly and they sent somebody to get one, and they just gave it to her, brand new. I was offered one, but declined it, as I am really more for the NDC party.

We found a chop bar (against the suggestion of a guy we asked, who said it would be best if we ate at the guesthouse) which had pretty good banku and cheap beef, though only two of the three pieces were edible.

The bar we found afterword to get a beer was being operated by a kid who could not have been more than 12.

The next morning we fenagled our way into the last two spots on a packed bus heading all the way to Accra (my heart goes out to those making the journey the whole way), though we were just going to Hohoe. The trip took maybe 7 or 8 hours and it was almost entirely dirt road. But the change in scenery was amazing. We had already left savannah and gotten into some greener views, but when we got to Hohoe, we found beautiful lush hills, the first non-flat terrain I had seen in Ghana. It even looked...mountainous.

I'm gonna finish this later I guess.