Accra
This has been the toughest day so far. The road deteriorates rapidly once out of Kumasi. There would be a few miles of good tarmac then just rocks and sand. I am thankful it’s not raining or these stretches would be a real struggle. I almost can’t believe it when coaches and lorries go thundering past. Then of course you catch up with them again with a blown out tyre or some other mechanical problem. This is the main route between Ghana’s two largest cities!! I plough on slowly. I cross one rough stretch and there is a bang from the rear wheel. Shit! Puncture. I get off but it’s only the rear mudguard. This time it’s been ripped right off. I toss it in a ditch. By the time I reach the outskirts of Accra I am feeling weak as a kitten, my guts hurt and I’m feeling dizzy. Just to top it off the road disappears completely. They are building a new road and while that’s under construction you just drive any way you can. The stretch that drivers are using turns into deep mud. I just want to get off the bike and weep. It’s 2:00pm now and I know I have to get to the Nigerian embassy before 3:00 if I have any chance of getting my visa today. I have no idea where the Nigerian embassy is. I phone a mate at home to try and get GPS co-ordinates which I try to follow but they are wrong. The traffic is horrendous, it’s bloody hot and my sense of humour evaporates in the heat. I stop to ask directions several times but no joy. Eventually I reach the site of the embassy. They have moved. I get their phone number and call them. They tell me the new address and give me the news that even if I made to them today I’m too late. The earliest I can now get a visa is Tuesday. The chap suggests that I can get one in Benin which is the next country on my trip after Togo. I just want to get off the bike now and lie down somewhere cool. I head for the Novotel I’ve seen signs for. I now need to work out a plan…..
This has been the toughest day so far. The road deteriorates rapidly once out of Kumasi. There would be a few miles of good tarmac then just rocks and sand. I am thankful it’s not raining or these stretches would be a real struggle. I almost can’t believe it when coaches and lorries go thundering past. Then of course you catch up with them again with a blown out tyre or some other mechanical problem. This is the main route between Ghana’s two largest cities!! I plough on slowly. I cross one rough stretch and there is a bang from the rear wheel. Shit! Puncture. I get off but it’s only the rear mudguard. This time it’s been ripped right off. I toss it in a ditch. By the time I reach the outskirts of Accra I am feeling weak as a kitten, my guts hurt and I’m feeling dizzy. Just to top it off the road disappears completely. They are building a new road and while that’s under construction you just drive any way you can. The stretch that drivers are using turns into deep mud. I just want to get off the bike and weep. It’s 2:00pm now and I know I have to get to the Nigerian embassy before 3:00 if I have any chance of getting my visa today. I have no idea where the Nigerian embassy is. I phone a mate at home to try and get GPS co-ordinates which I try to follow but they are wrong. The traffic is horrendous, it’s bloody hot and my sense of humour evaporates in the heat. I stop to ask directions several times but no joy. Eventually I reach the site of the embassy. They have moved. I get their phone number and call them. They tell me the new address and give me the news that even if I made to them today I’m too late. The earliest I can now get a visa is Tuesday. The chap suggests that I can get one in Benin which is the next country on my trip after Togo. I just want to get off the bike now and lie down somewhere cool. I head for the Novotel I’ve seen signs for. I now need to work out a plan…..
You don't really want to return to work do you ? 


