Safe and Sound in Ghana - 3/11

On my way to Liberia, my supervisor suggested I take a day or two off. That was all the excuse I needed to visit Dave and Meredith in Accra. They had recently moved there and I’ve wanted to go to Ghana for a long time. I tried to get in touch with one of my friends from Cape Town but didn’t have any luck. Nevertheless, after a loooong flight (who knew it would be 8 hours from Yemen to Ghana, it is just a few inches away on a map) and several movies, I drug myself into the hotel, cranked up the AC, collapsed for a few minutes, and then gave Dave a call. He was ready to roll came to pick me up with mangos and a packet of Kingsbite (Ghanaian chocolate) and we headed out to an artisanal gallery where I got to see some of the work they do with cloth, paintings, masks, and even the famous coffins which I find so fascinating. They had some shaped like fish, coke bottles, and a tennis shoe on display. Maybe I’d want to be buried inside a Pal’s peanut butter shake or perhaps a blue ridge mountain? It was a tough one. I figured a racing shell might be good and serve as a better fit than a basketball or volleyball. From there, we headed home, chatted with Meredith for a while and then went out to eat. We had a good meal, which became more entertaining watching Dave trying to eat his okra stew that was just a big mess. After a lot of catching up, they dropped me off at the Golden Tulip with a plan for tomorrow.