Ghana

On the 11th of September, after a failed attempt to land in Lagos, Nigeria, due to weather conditions causing a "severe situation", as the pilot so eloquently put it, we finally and against all expectations arrived in the hectic, noisy and dirty capital of Ghana, Accra. Here we spent a day sweating while trying to get accustomed to the heat from the vicious West African sun, that did a good job frying our pale nordic epidermis, and had our first encounter with Ghanian food (not a good first impression).

We also got to see some of the very poor quartiers of Accra, and got to gaze upon (from a good distance) the proud remnants of our Danish ancestors on these golden shores, the old slave fort, Christiansborg. From here all of the danish slavetrade was conducted and somewhere between 100.000-300.000 africans were shipped out under the royal danish seal, but ironically it now serves as the government building and is completely off limits for the public.