For those of you who don’t know, deet is a vital ingredient to our kit list; it is a mosquito repellent to prevent us from dying of malaria. We boarded the plane, sat in our seats and got ready for take off. This flight to Schiphol was shorter than the journey to Bristol and was pretty dull so we sat there in silence as we realised just how exhausted we were, already.
We arrived safely at Schiphol, Amsterdam, with no injuries other than a minor ear-ache so we split off into pairs for the three hour wait until our plane to Accra. We had a look through the overpriced shops, supposedly duty free, chowing down on a highly overpriced McDonalds thinking we weren’t going to eat for ten whole days, which we later found to be surprisingly untrue. We found a really cool touch-screen machine in the airport that could change our seats, pretty impressive; this was obviously the highlight so far. We all met at the departure lounge and got ready to board the plane, the students thinking the plane was going to be extremely old and grotty. But… to our surprise it was so plush, we had inflight entertainment with films, games et cetera, absolutely marvellous. They just kept feeding and feeding us with really scrumptious food and we wished we hadn’t wasted our money on the McDonalds.
Arriving at Accra airport was scary, the security guards had faces of hard stone staring us down as we grouped and walked slowly up the ramp to customs. In the queue, Mrs Frean could not find her yellow fever card which was seemingly a disaster. However, Frankie (2) Hurst tested out the need for this certificate and she got off scot free so Queen Frean with a calm head on her shoulders breezed through, with a sly thumbs up behind her back, sneaky. At the desk we had to give finger prints and they took a picture of our irises, it was like something out of CSI. We made it through, got our bags and met two men called Oliver and Chris who work for the Government and took us out of the VIP exit. We also met Divine, the Economics teacher who came to Plymouth in March with the group. We piled into a new mini bus, leant to us by a friend of Mr Moisob’s, and sped off to the GNAT hostel where we would be staying for two nights. GNAT stands for Ghana National Teachers Association. We found our rooms, split up into appropriate numbers only to find the mosquito net window covers had massive holes in, so being the electricians that we are we taped our mosquito nets onto the ceiling with … our electrical tape. We then ventured to the shower, a shock when freezing cold water came spouting out from the shower head, ooh the astonishment!! We managed to get over this, which is good because showering later became far, far more interesting.
Green Turtle Bay was Sunday’s excursion; we went with six Ghanaian students as we paired up with one each to be able to introduce each other at the formal assembly on the Monday. Green Turtle resort is a conservation site which focuses on eco-tourism and the talk we had from three employees was extremely interesting. We learnt loads about the turtles and the schemes they had in place at the hotel. Most played games along the water front making human monsters and such like, whilst others took a nap which was extremely necessary in these cases. When it was time to go after such a lovely day and such a marvellous time of course something was to go slightly off course… The bus got stuck at Green Turtle Bay. Not all hope was lost though, Kofi Leon (i.e. Mr Graves) saved the day of course and we got back to school on schedule. For supper we had Fu Fu, another Ghanaian specialty made by Otilia. It was delicious again, her food is just amazing. We took an early night which was definitely worth it although before bed the girls made us gari and shitto, a spicy powdery type food which was tasty.