The Flight

I thought that I would add a few comments about our journey to Accra. We flew in two legs, each about 6 hours long. Halifax to Heathrow was with Air Canada on the 767 and we sneaked out before a snow event. Our bags were checked through to Accra and we had a 4 hour layover in Heathrow. Enough time to find our way through the maze of terminals to change from 2 to 3.
The flight from Heathrow to Accra, across the Sahara, was with British Airways. The smooth flight was in a Boeing 747 and was my first in that plane. Remembering being shown through the trainer for this type back in the mid-sixties, I had to ask the crew how old this one was. Being assured that it was only 25 years old, I got on.
For some reason BA charges you to preselected seats and this is my only complaint. I broke down and paid the extra because I couldn't abide not sitting with Joy to hold my hand. If you Google BA, you will see that there are many complaints about this practice, and you would think that the airline would increase prices a little and allow for free seat selection?

Getting Used to Internet

My apologies for not blogging since we landed on Thursday. Found out that only one of us could be on without re-booting. UnFortunately Joy has used up all the good information, so this will be a short entry. She is so much better with imagination and words than I.
First, although it was a possible side trip, we will not be going to Burkino Faso, if anyone was worried.
Ghana's number one tourist attraction has to be the people. They must be the friendliest in the world. If I wanted more tourism here I would just advertise a broad Ghanaian smile. Joy has told everyone about our first few days here and being invited to join a large group for beer at a wake in Jamestown, the old part of Accra. Daniel was apparently a good man and I hope that he knows that two strangers enjoyed a wonderful time at his wake. There was another going on yesterday just up the street, but we weren't invited to that one. Daniel died at 57 and the woman up the street was only 53. No wonder that the casket shop (open air)I passed while Joy was painting yesterday, was so certain that I would be interested in their product. I politely declined, citing transportation costs.
Today we go to meet some representatives of the Mmofri (sp) Foundation to see if Joy can do some type of project with them. At this point, we hope to find our way to Ada Foah at the mouth of the Volta River tomorrow.

New Trip

On Tuesday, January 12, we are off again. This time we leave Halifax for Heathrow and then onward to Accra in Ghana. Wish us well.