This morning was spent dashing through Kasoa market in the hot sun looking for last minute buys. Fathers are the hardest to buy for at the best of times, but mine is particularly hard, considering he is African and has his own Nigerian clothing, and our family home has enough wooden African stuff to stock our own market stall, what to get him was a mystery to me. My safest bet was some form of t-shirt, and in the wake of the recent football game I ended up settling for a Ghana football shirt. I spent my final few cedis at the bead lady, buying up her smaller bracelets and large flashy rings.
Our last tro ride from Kasoa back to the hotel for a cold pizza lunch, a bag of water and a final drink at Marc Beas. Considering we were the final two, Marc Bea kindly offered us a lift to the airport, this meant the 40 cedi taxi money we’d saved would now have to be spent in the airport.
Once we’d made it safely there, we checked in (after having our bags searched, thanks to Sophie for putting her needles in my bag, I enjoyed explaining that one to security.) Duty free had a surprisingly vast range, making it difficult for Sophie and I to pick what sweets and chocolate we wanted to spend our last few cedis on. After a long thought out decision we settled on the standard airport choice of a toblerone and some controversial green cola bottles (both great choices!) Now all we had to do was wait…and wait…and wait (thanks Ghana airport for letting us know our plane was going to be delayed by an hour and a half…not!) Finally settled, and sitting next to each other, we were on our way home. 12 hours later and we were back on British soil (after a quick pit stop in Brussels.) It was great to be back, we were greeted by Sophie’s flatmates and surprisingly so, the sun! I was happy to be home, but I knew I would soon be missing Ghana and all its greatness.
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