Ashley had earlier announced that she loved Africa, so while we were standing in the middle of the gare mayhem, while Dan and K were negotiating a price, and everyone was yelling and pushing, and Ash and I were watching the luggage, I turned to Ash, and asked, "Do you still love Africa?!" We laughed. For the rest of the trip, every time the going got tough, I asked Ash if she still loved Africa and then we giggled.
After we finally hired the car, we set out for Anomabo, I slept in Accra's afternoon traffic and woke up an hour later while we were still in the thick of the traffic at the outskirts of the city. The road was ok to begin with, but conveniently deteriorated about the same time as the sun started going down. People in West Africa don't generally like to drive at night, this probably has something to do with the crumbling roads and the lack of streetlights. K had mentioned this no night driving thing already, and pointed this out as we were still driving at dusk and were only about half way there. She asked us all if it was ok with us to keep going. Dan looked out the windows at the wilderness we were driving through and said, "No K, I don't want to keep going, I'd way rather sleep in the jungle tonight!" After a very dark, very bumpy ride that was supposed to take an hour and a half, we arrived at our resort 4 hours later.
But after we booked our mud hut bungalow and headed over to gorgeous dining area on the beach, we all felt better. So, we got drunk on double sized local beer and ate fresh caught grilled lobsters. Poor Ash had a cheese sandwich. This area is very difficult for the vegetarians. Although, I thought her sandwich looked quite tasty, but I had half a crustacean hanging out of my mouth while I was thinking that, so it was maybe just a lobster induced hallucination.
After our drunken meal, we wrote drunken postcards - so if you got a postcard with some questionable content from any of us, I'm sorry, it was the booze - we closed the bar down, ran around on the beach and then staggered back to our mud hut and slept. If anyone is curious, I can tell you why Dan is making that gesture in the second last photo, but I have no clue what Dan and Ash were high-fiving in the last picture.