Accra- Here we Come!

Trip Start Mar 11, 2005

Trip End Mar 27, 2005

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Flag of Ghana Accra, Ghana
Sunday, March 13, 2005

Can you believe that they played the same Will & Grace show we just watched on the last flight? How many episodes must they have made and we end up with the same one? The show isn't worth watching once, let alone twice! Dinner again was an offering of chicken or pasta. Since I wasn't fussy on the chicken last time I went for the pasta. It had potential, but there was SOOO much spinach in it! The side salad was shrimp. This time the movie was Bridget Jones - none of us were into that so since we'd already been up for 24 hours, time to try to catch a nap. I awoke at one point to see two jets flying off our wing, I believe we were somewhere over Spain. The flat land turned into mountains quickly and the next land I saw I realized we were flying over the Sahara desert. It was quite a sight, and we were only flying at 9000 ft so you could really see the dunes etc. The captain warned of turbulence, which is always common when entering Africa, but it wasn't that bad - take it from a poor traveler

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! Just before landing (about 1 1/2 hours to go) we noticed the natives getting restless. All the black people seemed to get up and wander around and the noise level got louder. At 14 mins left in the flight we flew into a thunderstorm. It got a little turbulent - but combined with the lack of sleep and not eating healthy food - Kailey had to use the barf bag. This surprised me, as she's never had trouble flying before. Before landing I had to fill out an immigration form for each of us and one for the family. As we de-planed, the humidity hit us like a ton of bricks - but it was strange as everything was still dry - no storm had hit here. We went into the terminal and there was a guard handing out yet another immigration form - white this time - that had to be filled out with the exact same info as the pink and blue forms I had completed on the plane - another form for each of us. While waiting in line, there was a commotion between some black guy in a smart suit and the immigration people. He was yelling at them and another well-dressed man in line kept yelling, "Go boy!" to egg him on. Our turn and we are sent out of line to complete the forms "more completely". As I looked down, I noticed I had a hitchhiker attached to my pant leg at the knee. It was a little Ghanaian boy who was just old enough to walk, wearing shiny silver running shoes. He was crying his poor little eyes out - he'd lost his mom, but mom had a brood already and no one had noticed one of her chicks was missing. We caught up to her and Kailey gave him back. Now, that would have been quite the souvenir! Out to collect our bags - which were there waiting for us thank goodness and through customs. No problems there - they just took the blue card and waived us through. We were home free until one of the other agents called us back - we turned around with trepidation but turns out all he wanted to do was shake each of our hands! Wait a minute! We're about to walk outside the airport and not one person ever asked to see our yellow fever vaccination forms!