My travels back to Ghana and then back home were of course a little eventful as without it, it would not have been right.
To be fair my trip to Ghana was not that bad. It was really just that I missed the Ghana vs Brazil game as my flight made us board just after first kick off and landed in Ethiopia just after the game finished. So I had to find the score out from one of the immigration staff. The only other small thing was that the bus taking me to the airport from my hotel was an hour late, so instead of getting up at 5am I could of got up at 6am and had just a little more than 5 hours sleep. I know this sounds like winning and yeah your probably right but in Ghana time I had to get up at 2am which made me have a 27 hour day.
Once in Ghana, I was the first person through immigration, though the last person to get my luggage. While I waited I thought I would re-confrim my flight home. However I quickly learnt that I did not have a flight home as the flight that was written on my ticket did not exist. Feeling very sleep deprived this news nearly did my head in. After going through customs I went with a Ghanaian who has decided he wanted to be my knight and at that time I was in no mood to argue to the Emmirates office at the airport. However surprise, surprise this was not open. Somehow my knight had a vehicle so he along with some others took me to the office in town. On soon realising that this was going to take a long time, my knight relieved himself from his duties and gave me all my gear. After a long wait (thankfully in comfortable sofa chairs) my number was called and I was quickly informed that my flight no longer existed as they do not fly now on that day and that I had been moved onto flights the following day and that they had just not thought to inform me of this small, small fact. However by taking this flight would mean that my insurance would be expired by the time I got back. I thus requested (pleaded in reality) for my flights to be a day early of my original flight instead. I was then sent on my way and informed that I had about a 50:50 chance of flying on earlier flight and should ring her in a few hours. After 2 and half hours and what would turn out to be my last time using public transport I reached to a very warm welcoming from the staff at my regular Big Millys. People ran up and gave me hugs and some even started to jump up and down.
To be fair my trip to Ghana was not that bad. It was really just that I missed the Ghana vs Brazil game as my flight made us board just after first kick off and landed in Ethiopia just after the game finished. So I had to find the score out from one of the immigration staff. The only other small thing was that the bus taking me to the airport from my hotel was an hour late, so instead of getting up at 5am I could of got up at 6am and had just a little more than 5 hours sleep. I know this sounds like winning and yeah your probably right but in Ghana time I had to get up at 2am which made me have a 27 hour day.
Once in Ghana, I was the first person through immigration, though the last person to get my luggage. While I waited I thought I would re-confrim my flight home. However I quickly learnt that I did not have a flight home as the flight that was written on my ticket did not exist. Feeling very sleep deprived this news nearly did my head in. After going through customs I went with a Ghanaian who has decided he wanted to be my knight and at that time I was in no mood to argue to the Emmirates office at the airport. However surprise, surprise this was not open. Somehow my knight had a vehicle so he along with some others took me to the office in town. On soon realising that this was going to take a long time, my knight relieved himself from his duties and gave me all my gear. After a long wait (thankfully in comfortable sofa chairs) my number was called and I was quickly informed that my flight no longer existed as they do not fly now on that day and that I had been moved onto flights the following day and that they had just not thought to inform me of this small, small fact. However by taking this flight would mean that my insurance would be expired by the time I got back. I thus requested (pleaded in reality) for my flights to be a day early of my original flight instead. I was then sent on my way and informed that I had about a 50:50 chance of flying on earlier flight and should ring her in a few hours. After 2 and half hours and what would turn out to be my last time using public transport I reached to a very warm welcoming from the staff at my regular Big Millys. People ran up and gave me hugs and some even started to jump up and down.
So after spending a day half of relaxing, I was off again to the airport in a very expensive taxi compared to what it was a month ago. Once at the airport I watched the Germany vs Italy soccer game. Just as I was about to board I was able to see thousands of Ghanain's all in national coloured clothes waiting around for the "BLACK STARS" who were due to arrive back from Germany in a few hours. There was also people drumming, doing dancing and acrobatics on the tarmac. It was a great way to leave having Ghanain culture thrust upon me right up until I stepped into the airplane door. The journey from here was uneventful. Dubai was awful to be in after comming from Africa, lots of self absorbed people wearing fancy clothing in a hurry to go a shop for things that they didnt need.
Once back in NZ, in the frezzing cold I was of course detained by customs. Part of a pressent for my father was taken as I kind of forgot when getting it that NZ does not allow seeds of any sort into the country. Though the most eventful part of all of this was the illegal medication that I was unaware I was bringing into the country. It was part of a medical travel kit that I had been given from a friend while in NZ. However one of the medications was classified as a drug that you could not have without a perscription. This was need enough to bring over the superviser. Thankfully it was a small does and I still had the book that went with the kit about the medications with me, so they let me get away with it and keep the medication (they did however tell me not to try to take it out of the country again). This was however not until they tested it for LSD, as apparently the 'liquidness' of the tablets gave a good indication that the medication was really in fact LSD.
For the next few days everything went smoothly. However on the day that we were flying home, my sister and I were phoned by the airline and told our flights were cancelled and that we would now be flying 3 hours earlier. This was only 2 hours before the flight was due. With a little bit of a rushing around however we were able to just make the flight.
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