Mama and Papa Skeers arrived on Tuesday for some adventure with their baby boy. Their trip got off to a leisurely start with an unexpected two-day stop in Washington, DC. It turns out you need a visa to come visit Ghana. Who knew? Luckily their layover was in a place that happens to have a Ghanaian embassy. Visas all sorted out, they flapped their wings and made it over here.
I picked them up at the airport and gave them a very Ghanaian experience to start us off on the right foot. I refused to pay the absurd prices charged by the “sanctioned” airport taxi drivers, and called a taxi that was just passing by. It is illegal for these guys to pick passengers up in front of the airport, so we had to throw our bags into the car more or less on the run, and at first it seemed that the driver was trying to take off with our baggage. Thank God–he was just running from the police. Savings and excitement right from my parents’ first moment in Ghana!
The savings were more or less wasted though. I took us to the station and we promptly got in the wrong tro-tro and headed off to see a little bit more of Accra than intended. There’s a long story about why I thought it was the right one, but I’ll spare you the details and we can chalk it up to me being an idiot. Eventually we made it to Anloga, had dinner, and hit the sack.
Dad found his post pretty quickly the next morning. He took a lawn chair out behind the house to a spot that looks over the nearby farms. I had some work to do and went down to Atorkor, and Mom came along as well. We wandered around town and I introduced her to Steven, our resident Kente weaving expert. When we got home I learned that Dad had been out learning about farming from some of our neighbors. He’s a natural.
Anyway, we’ve just been hanging out more or less. I’m trying to get some work done in preparation for our departure. We’re going to travel around the country a bit, and even go up to Mole for the safari. I’ve already done it once but the park is a nice place to relax. Also it wasn’t dry enough last time we went, so the elephants were all hiding in the far reaches of the park instead of hanging out at the watering hole near the park hotel.
I’ll try and get my Mom to write another post about some of the misadventures we’ve had while hanging around here in Anloga.
No matter where Dad is, he always finds the good place to sit. He’s kinda like a cat in that regard.
Typical Skeers , it’s called watching the world go bye! He looks very comfortable and content.