Amanda had her backpack on, and I was carrying my duffle bag. After a short while, it became quite painful to carry my duffle bag, as I couldn't carry it on both shoulders. According to our guidebook, the walk should have been about a mile and a half.
We kept walking.
We kept walking.
And we kept walking. Soon it was dark and in Ghana, it gets dark around 6, 6:30 and that just made the walking a bit more interesting. I just checked on Google maps and we walked 3.2 miles and it took us about an hour to get to our guesthouse. We should have taken a taxi.
About a 100 yards away, we saw this couple walking in the same direction to the guesthouse, so we asked them if they knew how far it was. They said it was just up the road and that they were staying there too. The guy saw that I was grimacing from carrying my duffle bag, so he offered to carry it the rest of the way. They were both really friendly and showed us where reception was. We got there, and we told the man beind the counter, Charles, that Amanda had called the night before and reserved a room. He looked a bit surprised at this news, and said that they were all booked up for the evening (we were hoping we were included in the booked up part), and he wanted to call and ask his colleague.
It was confirmed that his colleague thought we were due one night earlier, and there were no rooms for us. We walked so far, only to find out we didn't have a place to stay. Charles was talking to us for a bit, and we found out that he went to school in Minnesota and lived in the U.S. for 30 years, but now he's returned to Ghana. So that was neat. He knew about U of M and about Ann Arbor and it was nice to have him there to talk to.
Charles apologized profusely and offered to take us to another guesthouse that might have a room available for us. The three of us took a taxi to the C-Lotte guesthouse, only to find out that all 16 of their rooms were full. We then took another taxi to another hotel, of which we can't remember the name of, which was also booked for the night. We took another taxi to a third hotel, Fespa, which had 60 rooms, all of which were booked, because it was a holiday weekend, and because there were a lot of events going on in Cape Coast. We called all the numbers in our guidebook for places to stay, and all were booked. Charles offered to take us back to Sarahlotte and he said we could stay in his small single room for the night, and he would sleep elsewhere. We didn't know what else to do or anywhere else to go, so we took him up on the offer. My sunburn was peeling and we were gross from walking, so we really needed a shower, and some sleep.
We went back to Sarahlotte for the night, and had our showers. Only the shower only worked sporadically, and the water would keep shutting off, and for me at least, wasn't very strong. It was a really short shower. We had new sheets on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
The next day, we had breakfast at Sarahlotte and it was...thunderstorming. We had breakfast which consisted of two bread rolls and some eggs. When we were done eating, the rain had stopped. We went to pay for our stay, but Charles said it was their fault that they didn't have a spot for us, so they only wanted us to pay for breakfast.
|A family tradition of taking pictures at park signs!|
We arrived at the park, and had to pay 1 cedi to walk to reception. At reception, there was a huge line because a lot of students were there on a field trip. It cost us I think 12 or 15 cedis to enter the actual park. I checked my duffle bag at the desk and we got our little badges that let us into the park.
|Looking down on trees from the walkway|
|Another view of the forest from the walkway|
We dropped off the Swedes and then arrived back in Cape Coast. Our driver told us that the buses stopped running at 1 (it was now 2:30), so our only option of getting back to Accra was to take a van....which is a bit bigger than a tro-tro....but still sits 20 people. We bought our tickets (6 cedi) and waited for the van to fill up with people. We were in the very back seat of the van, and in between me and Amanda was this woman and her 2ish year old daughter, and next to me was another woman and her 5 or 6 year old daughter. There were A LOT of women in this van with a fair amount of kids; only 4 men. Oh, and there was definitey a goat under our seat in the back of the van because someone was selling the goat in Kaneshie. So that was fun. We don't usually allow goats on public transit.
The van ride was fine for the most part; less comfortable than the bus ride, and a far more breastfeeding that I could have lived without seeing, but it was fine. Until we hit traffic just outside of Accra. Luckily, our driver didn't want to sit in traffic, so we off-roaded it along with a few other vehicles. This saved us at least an hour's time, but was far more bumpy and really taxing on the van....I know I would never put my car through that! One of the vans or tro-tros got stuck ahead of us, so one of the guys from our van went to help push it out.
|Inside one of the tro-tros we rode in over the weekend.|
We got on the tro-tro and just had to wait for it to fill up with people before we could leave. We got off at the University (at the opposite end of where we wanted to be) and had to walk through campus to get to our dorm. It was a very long weekend, and it was nice to not do a single thing on Sunday (besides go to the pool of course and work on our tans!). Both Amanda and myself slept a lot on Sunday, and were even in bed by 9 last night.
|At Kakum in the walkway|