Return to Ghana!
07.07.2012 - 10.07.2012 35 °C
I’m happy to say that I’m back in Ghana, having survived a few long days of travel to get here.
The bus from Vilankulos was uneventful by Mozambican standards, but it was definitely a different kind of bus ride. The busses are all normal sized coaches that were used in China 10 or 20 years ago, but that’s where the similarities to what we think of as coach travel end.
After waiting until midnight for my ride to the airport, I got a seat by the window and settled in for a bumpy night, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep. Once we left Vilankulos, however, I realized what a silly thought that was - apparently in Mozambique bus drivers blast 90s pop, Celine Dion, and horrible Mozambican gospel-rap all night on the speakers. I tried to drown it out with my headphones but it was no use. It was like being next to a speaker at a club. They also periodically turned the lights on for 20 minutes at a time for no apparent reason. It made me appreciate why noise and sleep deprivation are used as torture! I managed to sleep in short bursts, and I woke up at one point to realize that there were 3 people sitting in every 2-seat group, plus a long line of people sitting on empty jerry cans in the aisle. The boy next to me spent most of the night vomiting in an ice cream container, and the man behind me had three live chickens; there was also a goat sitting in the aisle!
It took 11 long hours to reach Maputo, which was choked with traffic. We had to stop many many times along the way to let people off and pick up more. I was originally planning on taking a chapa to my hostel to save money but after that journey I decided to splurge on a tuktuk.
I spent my two days in Maputo trying to catch up on sleep. I also found an amazing café near the hostel that served yummy vegetarian sandwiches and real espresso, it was so exciting!
My trip to Accra began yesterday morning at 4:30, with a flight to Johannesburg. I had 5 hours to kill in Joburg before my flight to Windhoek, where I had to wait 2 hours in the second worst airport ever (after Vic Falls). It’s one room crammed with seats so close that your knees touch the person across from you, there was a smoker’s lounge that was open to the rest of the room so the entire room was filled with second hand smoke (yum!) and all they had was a duty free that didn’t sell water! Needless to say I was very happy when I boarded my last flight of the day to Accra.
I've spent today getting organized for my time here - getting a sim card, getting money, going to my favourite shops. It's nice being in a place that is familiar, so I don't feel like such a lost tourist all the time. Within minutes of being in Ghana I was reminded why I love it so much - while I waited for my taxi driver to bring the car up to the airport, no fewer than five people came up to me to make sure that I was waiting for someone! And in my errands today, I became friends with 8 different people, including a rastafarian photographer and an accountant who wants to meet up with me to teach me some Twi. Ghanaians see a tourist and they just want to be their friend, I love it!
I'm back at the autism centre tomorrow and very excited to see all the staff and kids and be working again. It's so good to be back here!
Finally was able to upload pictures from Mozambique: