We have found a huge internet cafe in central Accra and have taken the oportunity to catch up on downloading the blogs that we have been writing as we went along. Make sure you have read them all. The system is too slow to download pictures but we have loads which we will pop on when we have a chance. J

After a breakfast of toast and omelet in Mountain Paradise, looking out over the breathtaking forested gorge, John phoned Kojo who had said we could go to his farm for two days, He was being vague as usual. "Just head to central Accra and phone me from there!" Tony our host offered to run us to the main road from which we could get a taxi or Tro-Tro, and in true Ghanaian style, three hours later we headed off in his pick up. We got to a village called Vane and it looked a bit like a ghost town, hardly any traffic, but when we asked a lady if Tro Tros come through the place she told us that they did. Tony never used public transport so didn't know the score. "Just wait" she said, and so we did for about twenty minutes, then eventually a taxi pulled up. The driver told us it would be 8 cides to get to Ho the nearest large town. That would do nicely! So we hopped in. I'm sure the lad was not old enough to drive, he kept having to sit forward to reach the pedals and we spent more time in second gear than any other, but we eventually reached Ho and as soon as we drove into the Tro Tro station people were shouting "Accra! Accra! This one! Over Here Yavoo!" so we jumped out off the taxi and straight into a Tro Tro to start the trip to Accra. The journey took about three hours and by that time my bum was numb and Johns knee was playing up, I don't know how these people do this day in, day out. M

Eventually we arrived in the busyest Tro-Tro station we have seen to date. I am not particularly fond of these places bu Mandy hates them with a passion! We couldnt get out fast enough and somewhat flustered we stopped to catch our breath on a relatively quiet bit of pavement and asked a passer-by where we could go to get a drink. They directed us to the nearby Hockey Stadium where we found a pleasant and quiet bar where we sat down for a beer to refresh us. John phoned Kojo and apparently he had had a family crisis and could not make it, (surprise, surprise) but said he would call Sam and get him to sort something out for us, which he did, giving us two hotel names and wishing us well. Finding a room for the night after travelling round Ghana for nearly three weeks was the least of our worries, what upset us was the fact we had come back to Accra two days early when we could have stayed where we were, in Paradise or gone some place else. We had a look through our trusty guide book and called the Beachcomber Guesthouse, they had a room so we got a taxi to take us to Tema, Nungua, the costal area on the eastern outskirts of Accra, only about 12km from where we were, but the traffic was horrendous so it took just over an hour and a quarter to get there. We dumped the bags in our little round, straw roofed private hut, and headed for the bar and restaurant, on a terrace overlooking the Atlantic rollers crashing onto an unseen shore, somewhere in the dark, below us. Perhaps things were working out allright at last! They had fillet steak on the menu, "I'm having that" said Mandy, but they didn't have any, so she said I would have the shrimps, and again they didn't have any! It would be easier to tell us what they do have but that seems too difficult so Mandy settled for a bowl of chips and I had chicken and rice, and a couple of Star beers. We walked down onto the beach which in the dark looked lovely, then headed for bed tired out after nearly six hours of travelling. J