Banana Pancakes, etc.

I hope you all have taken the opportunity to see my Ghana Photos. If a picture speaks a thousand words and I posted 55 photos, then it is sufficed to say I have already written quite the novella about my trip to Ghana. Before I was able to let my woes drift away like the coastal winds, I had to first GET to Ghana. Hardly a timely process. Our destination: Green Turtle Lodge in the Western Coastal Region of Ghana (about 80 km from the border of Cote d'Ivoire). First leg of the trip, a 1000 kilometer bus ride from Ouaga to Kumasi. This bus trip can take anywhere from 13-48 hours, depending upon myriad nail-biting factors ("will my bus get a flat? Will we be attacked by road bandits?" etc). Upon arriving in Kumasi, Ghana's second largest city, one must then find a Tro-Tro (this is the Ghanaian term for Bush Taxi..generally a minivan turned bus). From Kumasi to Takoradi (a semi-large coastal city) is 5 hours. After arriving in Takoradi, one must find another tro-tro or taxi to take you the 45 km to Green Turtle lodge, an exceptionally off-the-beaten track but not short on amenities all-inclusive budget beach resort. And like that, you are there. We left Ouaga on a Saturday morning and arrived at Green Turtle Sunday afternoon. Well worth the drive.

There are so many stories, so many mishaps, I will not be able to share them all, but I will talk about a few memorable Ghana moments.

The Border

There are only about 412 things one must do when crossing the border and if you forget one of these 412 things, you will probably be denied entry. So I made sure I had my passport, my visa for Ghana, my renewed Burkina Faso visa (so I could get back into BF), my World Health Organization Immunization Card with proof of Yellow Fever vaccination, and of course, Cash in hand to exchange into Ghana's ridiculous currency, the Cedis.

So this is how it goes: The CFA (Burkina's currency) is roughly 500 francs to 1 US dollar. The Cedis is 10,000 to 1 US dollar. So, if Joel has 150,000 CFA (essentially 15 - 10,000 cfa notes) and would like to change it into the Cedis, how many suitcases of cash will he get? In truth, I do not know, but my 150,000 CFA turned into 3.5 MILLION cedis. Let me also mention that the largest bill in Ghana is a 20,000 note. So 3.5 million divided by 20,000 equals 175 notes. But I was given half my cash in 20,000 notes and half in 10,000 notes. So I was carrying around close to 300 bills. If you see my photos, you'll know what 3.5 million Cedis looks like. I'll tell you right now, it is a hassle.
To make the chaos of the border crossing all the more tumultuous, you have random men with duffel bags of money and calculators tied to lanyards around their necks, asking to take your CFA for Cedis. There exist no Currency exchange kiosks. Just weird old men with calculators and sacks of money. The potential to get ripped off is high, also considering some immigration officer just took your passport and WHO immunization card into some dark building and you see your bus inching closer to the border. Distractions abound. But I was on my game. I double-checked his currency conversion with my own calculator, and double counted the 3.5 million cedis. My passport, stamped and signed, was returned, along with my WHO card. I got back on to my bus, and slept, dreaming of the slow life on the beach.

Two Beaches, One Awesome Vacation

Essentially, my trip was split up into two parts: 4 nights, 5 days at the Green Turtle Lodge, then 4 nights, 4 days in the small fishing town of Busua. Both are considered to have the nicest beaches in all of Ghana, and I had no reason to dispute such a claim. Green Turtle is an "eco-friendly" resort...and I even have a hard time calling it a resort. The entire place uses solar power, as it is isolated from any town. Most nights we ate dinner on the beach under candle light. Meals included Swordfish with veggie curry and rice, Bangers and Mash (I believe it's British...sausage and mashed potatoes, so good!), and the always famous Ghanaian dish, Red-Red. The best part of all, aside from the huge waves and the obligatory relaxation is the price. I left green turtle spending 800,000 cedis, or $80. That's lodging, food, drink, everything.

While Green Turtle gave me the relaxation I needed, I was certainly ready to move on to Busua. Again, please see my photos, as I think they are the closest I can get to doing this wonderful town justice. We came during the rainy season, which means there were few tourists. I had no problem with this. Unlike most other tourist destinations, the locals of Busua were exceptionally friendly and engaging. They are no strangers to budget travelers such as myself, but I seldom felt as though I was out of place. We spent much of our time at the Black Star Surf Shop, owned by a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer who served in Bolivia. He opened shop one year ago and is currently the only Surf Shop in all of Ghana. His hospitality was greatly appreciated, so if you're reading this, Pete, I thank you a thousand times over. I hope your business takes off. I find myself wanting to describe Busua, so I can better portray the type of community it is, but I would fail at doing it justice. I have every intention to visit this place again. I miss it.

All Good Things Come to an End

The time finally came where I had to make the long journey back to Burkina Faso, the land of not so plenty. But for all the fun I had in Ghana, I was ready to return. After a painless taxi ride to Takoradi and a straight-forward Tro-Tro journey to Kumasi, I lucked out and landed the last ticket on the Monday night STC bus (this is the nice, A/C bus that usually requires advance reservation), 4 hours before its scheduled departure. I show up at 9pm Monday night, no bus. 10pm, no bus. The bus finally arrives at 2am. I board and happen to get the only seat on the bus without the ability to recline. "Oh well," I tell myself, "its only a 16 hour bus ride." The bus decided not to move until 4am. At 7:30am (Tuesday now), my bus, going full speed, clips the back corner of a parked semi-truck trailer, ripping the door off my bus and shattering the windshield and three side panes of glass. Those in the first 4 rows were covered in shattered glass, but thankfully, nobody was hurt. Rather than stop and investigate the damage, the bus driver refused to stop, fearing that the engine was damaged, and wanted to get us to the next town so we would have cell coverage (to call for a new bus) and food to eat. We arrive in the next town and spent 12 hours there waiting for a new bus. I guess I should have been upset and frustrated, but looking back, it was actually a fun day. I met many interesting people on my bus, including two Med Students from Georgia (the state, not the country), two documentarians from Ghana, a Malian mother that spoke perfect English, and so on. Had we not shared in the misery of transport, we probably would have never met. I am thankful for those conversations.
So, our replacement bus arrives at 7pm, and drives us the 8 hours to the border, where we slept, as the border was closed for the evening. After a simple crossing at the border, I arrived in Ouaga, 38 hours later, tired, but smiling.