Long Day of Travel Back to the Village

There’s not a whole lot to say for the day. We got up at 6am, and I showered before packing up my things. At 7am our taxi driver who had dropped us off two days prior was waiting for us. He took us to the STC bus station, where we waited… and waited… Finally at 8:30 someone came to the window to sell tickets. I was starting to feel really nauseous, and prayed that I wouldn’t get sick on the bus. This time, the bus’s air conditioning didn’t work very well so the three hour ride was hot and not well ventilated. I think I slept some, but I’m not sure. I wasn’t feeling well at all. When we got to Accra, it had been 4 hours since we left our room in Cape Coast, and I had drank plenty of water, trying to aid my aching stomach… so I had to pay 20 peswas to use a toilet near the bus station. We took a taxi to the tro-tro station, and boarded a tro-tro bound for Ho. That three hour journey was better; I sat by the wide open window, and we had a little more leg room since we were sitting in the front row—I put my backpack under my knees and propped my feet against the driver’s seat in front of me. By the time we got to Ho, it was about 2:30pm, which on a non-market day means you’re SOL for finding a tro-tro headed for Saviefe. We walked for a while before we found some taxi drivers that began to fight over who would take us, for an over-priced amount of 18 cedi. It was either that, or walk, and I was not about to embark on that endeavor, especially feeling as awful as I did. Finally we got back to the village, just before 4pm. I was starving and nauseous at the same time—we hadn’t eaten anything all day, save for one Clif Bar and two granola bars for myself, and 4 Clif Bars for Samantha. We were hoping for jollof rice, and after resting for a short bit, we got our wish. Sema brought jollof rice with a few of those thin meat-like patties. By 8pm, we were exhausted and ready for bed. I was hoping that I’d feel better in the morning, thinking it was my lack of food that was the problem.