I am back! Woooo-hooo!
Back to bloging, back to Africa, back to serving the poor! I must say I was very happy to return to Africa! When the plane lands and they open the doors and that thick, dusty, stinky air hits you... wow. Africa doesn't compare to anything! :)
|The view from my old room in Budapest|
|"bus station" in Accra, Ghana|
|Vendors selling food, drinks and all sorts of stuff to the people |
already sitting and waiting in the "bus"
I must say the food and service with Brussels Airlines is really good. We even got ice cream at one point which really made my day! While I was out we flew over some snowy mountains, we left Europe, flew above the sea to Africa, saw the African desert and after oh-too-many hours finally we landed in Accra, Ghana.
|It's still the bus station... :)|
|Street view from the bus|
|the bus from the inside|
I feel asleep again pretty fast so I missed most of the journey. When I woke up we were at the border town and people started to leave the van. We reached our final destination and before the van fully stopped local ladies were attacking the van yelling something in a local dialect and pointing at their heads. The driver told me with his broken English that they are porters who want to earn some coins by carrying my bags to the border. Great!
|"Good Day" in African English...|
The walk to the broder was uneventful, however I felt every set of eyes on me. I guess locals are not used to a single white girl walking with lots of luggage around here. :) Thank God nobody bugged me too bad, I got some friendly comments and welcomes, but I quickly walked away. I must say behind my smile I had a serious heart beat and I was quite nervous. At the border they saw that I was a foreigner and yelled at me to go into the building. My porter was instructed to drop my bags outside while I went in. Naturally I didn't want to leave my bags unattended, but I shouldn't have worried. Another helpful fella jumped to greet me and offered his services. He told me to go in and he will watch my bags plus find a taxi for me...
|The Ghana-Togo border from the Ghana side as I walk towards the gate|
|No Man's Land between the 2 borders|
|Leaving the border on the Togo side|
15 minutes on the beach road and I saw the familiar containers and cranes and my heart started to beat faster. Coming to think of that it's a bit sad... :) I mean harbours are usually at the shady part of town, full of dirt and danger... and yet, for me it feels like coming home... ummmm...
|The M/V Africa Mercy hiding behind a container wall|
So, long story short I got back to my floating home safe and sound.
Darren seemed happy to see me... :)
We went for lunch and while eating I heard all the stories of him being grumpy first then quiet and sad and how he was moping around missing me. I think it's a good sign :) YAY!!!