How many hours is it to the North? We were up, dressed, packed and standing by the door ready to go at 5:45 a.m. Monday morning, even Margaret and Gina. We said our good byes to Jacob. He said he was fasting and praying for us the whole day for safe travel for our team. He told us he would do the same thing on our travel back to the states. Grace packed us a breakfast of banana bread muffins, hard boiled eggs, and apples. We knew we’d see Joe and Stella as we pass back through on Thursday as we go to Obuasi, so it was a little easier to say goodbye to them.
The journey started early, but we had a lot of fun along the way. We played games, sang songs, and just enjoyed watching the changes in our surroundings as we traveled further north. Eddie took great care of us and found us clean restrooms and plenty of water along the way. There was no need for a BP stop this time.
We stopped at the waterfalls to have our lunch. It was great to get out and stretch our legs, even if it meant walking up and down 152 steep steps. No one complained. In fact, we were all thankful. While at the waterffalls we saw some young Ghanaian men and had our first experience with “pants on the ground” Ghanaian style. The poor man needed a belt desperately. One of our ladies could not stop laughing about it.
We continued on our way through several small villages. As we passed through one village, we saw a man riding a bicycle with a 10 foot board on his head. He was holding onto the bicycle with one hand and the board with another. He turned the corner to go between two buildings and the board rammed into the building sending him flying off of the bicycle. He looked like he was doing the back stroke in mid-air. If we had been videotaping, we could have won the grand prize for America’s Funniest Home Videos. He got up and began describing his story to another with strong gestures. We laughed about it for at least another 30 minutes.
We arrived into Bolga just before a huge storm. We were able to off load all of our items and get inside before the bottom fell out. The host, Janet, was just as hard as I remember her being. I went to bed praying for her. Come, Holy Spirit, move in her life.