Dad is in Ghana

Accra has quite a small airport and most flights (even from London) have very few bearded white guys on them. I knew that my Dad couldn't have come through customs without my seeing him so an hour and a half after his plane landed, I started to worry a bit. Finally, I saw an incredibly sweaty man pushing a luggage cart with four large bags piled on top. Just as he got to the exit, rather than pushing his metal cart outside as every other passenger had done, my Dad decided to unload the overabundance of luggage from the cart and carry it outside. Roughly one hundred Ghanaians looked on as the sweaty Obruni unloaded the first bag. When pulling the handle to the large rolling suitcase, the piece fell apart and the bag fell to the ground. No more than five feet from the door, Papa Shag was forced to do some impromptu problem solving and drag all of his bags (much appreciated since the contents were mostly for my benefit) into the sweltering heat of his first Accra night.

The sweating hasn't stopped but things have gotten a bit easier. We spent a day at the beach to allow for some jetlag recovery, spent this morning in Cape Coast (deserves more attention than I can give now) and just finished a 5 hour bus ride to Kumasi. He is now watching CNN while I charge my ipod and check e-mail. We'll see some traditional Kente cloth weaving tomorrow before continuing the trip up north.

In case you didn't know that all white people look the same, it's true. Within an hour of travel this morning, I was told that I look just like each of the fellows below.




More updates go come.

Love to all!