As I write this all 14 of us are sitting around the breakfast table enjoying a nice hot chocolate amongst the stunning Ghanaian sunrise. After a long plane journey we arrived and were welcomed by overwhelming heat and a giant orange safari bus which will be your mode of transport for our stay.
After a long bumpy ride from Accra to Ankwanda we were greeted by waves of smiling waving children who seemed ecstatic by the arrival of our giant bus. We received a heart-felt roaring reception briefly followed by meeting the teachers and head of the school. We then toke a tour of the school and the much anticipated and dreaded meeting of our buddies. With only half of us remembering our buddies names, Mr Mitchell auctioned the rest of us off. Shortly after the meeting our buddies took us on a tour of the village starting with their homes and the beach. We spend the evening learning Ghanaian games. After touring Ankwanda we headed back to the school, we had dinner, played a few games and settled down for first night under the stars or rather a corrugated iron roof.
Awoken by a cockerel next morning at 7am and the smell of eggy bread we had survived our first night.
After breakfast we were greeted by our buddies dressed in their traditional Ghanaian garments. We made the journey down to the village at a snails pace due to the five small children hanging off each of our arms and yelling please reputably. We were seated with our buddies in the square outside the church and and the welcoming ceremony began. We were treated to a plethora of dance displays, short stories and several incomprehensible speeches. At the end of the longest welcome we have ever received we joined our buddies for one final dance. We learnt some traditional Ghanaian moves and taught them some of our own such as the Dab with limited success. After we made the slow journey back up the hill with our gaggle of small fans. We prepared to go to the beach after lunch.