The long and winding (bus) road

As I remember from my time in South Africa, time is a different sort of thing here. It reminds me of the difference between the phrases "just now" and "now now" in South Africa... The former could mean anytime between now and when you die, while the latter meant you had a chance in hell of it happening in the next hour.

So we awoke and had breakfast at our hotel in Accra with the full team minus one (one poor girl is stuck in Heathrow and will be coming up to meet us tomorrow). Then our bus "missed the hotel" and, instead of coming back, just kept on going. So a new bus was procured, we loaded up our bags, all of our food supplies for the next week an a half, and our chefs and headed off. Seven hour plus bus ride to Humjibre today, then to meet the chief. Steven and I made sure o hit up duty free at JFK to bring offerings o whiskey for the chief... And maybe a liter or two for us as well! (granted, I also had an impulse buy of a bunch of Jelly Bellys)

Ghana is fascinating so far, I am brushing off my rusty haggling skills for negotiating cab fares and it's all coming back to me quickly.

And although the weather has been merely hot and not unbearable yet, I am preparing myself for the red-faced, sweaty mess that I am going to be once we start building on site.

For now, I am just going to enjoy the AC on the bus and the scenery rumbling past. And maybe some jelly beans and whiskey for a mid-morning snack.

-casey