WARNING! This was written as part of a research trip to plan a 'volontour' to Ghana, which wouldn't involve getting on the back of a bike in the pitch black (unless you really want to...), or sitting in a tro tro for that matter.
What an adventurous day it's been..... rushing around at 5am hastened by the growl of Eric's motorbike, off I go in to the dark with my rucksack and a rather cumbersome new mat on the back of it to the bus station. The rain hammered down almost all night - the evidence of its work shows up all too soon with the 1st lorry stuck - thank goodness for motorbikes! Skirting around puddles and potholes we make it to a quickly filling tro tro (A tro tro is something like a VW transporter and a ford transit chopped in half and welded in some sort of fashion with extra seats and no seat belts)
So crammed with 15 people, 1 goat and quite a few yams, off we go. Bumpety bump, clink clank, splish splash and a bit too much switching from one side of the road to the other for one woman who is now shouting at the driver. All is quickly forgotten on sight of a yam truck and a minibus both stuck in the mud with a queue of tro tros forming on either side of the stuck vehicles.
2 or 3 hours later after much heave hoeing, digging and advice giving by passengers (many of which now covered head to toe in a very dubious smelling mud), we were on our way again.
It is now about midday... and I'm meant to be meeting Nelson in HoHoe and we're still a good few hours away and there's no phone reception.
To be continued...
Hooray for HoHoe and normal roads again and another breath taking experience on the back of a bike. It was surprisingly spectacular scenery with the mountains rising up in front of us. On arrival at Wli falls we trekked through jungle until we were met with the roar of water - West Africa's highest waterfall. With shouts from locals to keep to the right (people have been sucked through to the cave of no return by going too far left), I waded against the lashings of the waterfall trying to get as close as possible to the wall... but all too soon it's time to go before it gets dark.
The next morning I made my way back to Accra and was lucky enough to meet with Ray Quarcoo, President of the Ghana Amateur Boxing Federation and thoroughly nice chap. Through his charity 'The Bridge Foundation' (dedicated to the cause of improving the social and economic well being of deprived and needy communities and individuals) I am hoping to be able to offer another volunteering opportunity to help develop the all round skills of potential boxers - it's not just about how well you box, they want to develop the person as a whole.