Having had a good nights sleep, we were both up and about by six thirty, went to breakfast where we had a choice of coffee with omlette and toast, or milo with scrambled egg and toast or tea with fried egg and toast, or, probably, any combination of the above. We opted for the scrambled egg and toast, and we even got home made mango jam, which was delicious. We sat and pondered for a while then went for a walk into the town, such a contrast from Kumasi, no on...

Once again we rose early for our seven o'clock breakfast. We were served toast and coffee with a plate full of quatered oranges, and John's marmalade which we have carried with us since we left Accra. Mandy was bored of carrying it in the rucksack so we left it with the catering lady. After digesting our breakfast for a little while we donned our rucksacks and walked to the Tro Tro Station only to find the first Tro Tro full so we found a shared taxi, when ...

As usual the sounds of people going about their business started shortly after five and so we were up and about early. After a breakfast of bananas and bread picked up in a roadside stall the previous evening we left Bertrams heading towards the Tro Tro Station, with the tickets brought we boarded the next trotro which was more of a minibus really, meaning that they could squeeze more people in it. In the case of this bus this meant fourty people and each of ...

We loaded up our rucksacks and paid the bill, which was 280 Cedis, that's a little less than £140 for the three days of dinner bed and breakfast and more than a few beers, and we left Rainbow Garden Village on foot at about nine o clock, with our rucksacks on our backs, for the two and a bit miles of relatively easy walking towards Abono. Despite the African sun beating down on our backs, it wasn't actually all that bad, although Mandy did say she wouldn't wa...

We woke just before daybreak at 5:00 to the sound of the day beginning in the fishing village a hundred yards north of us up the shore of the lake. There were cockerels crowing, men talking to each other, the splashing of log canoes being prepared for the day's work and a rhythmic pounding which was most likely the women pounding the maize or cassava which forms the staple of their poor diet. It was still dark but I could see a promising glimmer over the la...