We have been in Ghana for a little over a week now and it’s been a really refreshing change for the two of us to be speaking in English again all the time, though it is African English it is brilliant to be able to communicate clearly with nearly everyone again.

Ghana is a wonderfully developed country after having been in some really poor countries for the last couple months, there is still major poverty and problems here, but some things just strike you when you come here after some of the other West African countries. The roads here and the infrastructure in general are just so much more advanced. Simple things like street lights in towns and electricity in the houses which we take for granted are far more common here than in the towns and villages of Mali and Burkina Faso. School kids are all over the place, not just children selling things, but actually children with uniforms and books and bags, we take it all for granted but it hits you when you ride into Ghana after these other countries.

One other thing that really hits you here is that it is a much more Christian country than any of the others we have been through so far, unfortunately it still seems to have been heavily influenced by some of the worst elements of Christianity, just as we have seen Islam with some of it’s worst elements in some of the other countries we have been to. Here there seems to be a large amount of the American Telly Evangelist style churches, with many places seeming to have turned church into more of a business than a place for the faithful to meet. For example some churches seem to have the pastor’s name in the same size writing as the name of the church – big and bold!

One funny aspect to all of this is that I (Jeremy) can’t go anywhere in Ghana without people calling out “Hey! Jesus!” because I look the spitting image of Jesus with my beard and long hair (nobody told them Jesus wasn’t European!), I’m pretty used to hearing this about 10 times a day and have tried a number of lines on them… the best so far seems to have been “Now you don’t need to go to church this Sunday because you have seen me!” I haven’t managed to work any miracles yet, but we have been fortunate in tying up a few loose ends while we have been here in Ghana.

The big news is that we now have a camera! After two attempts to send it to Africa it has finally arrived! The first time it made it to Senegal in 25 days after missing its 5 days guaranteed delivery time and this time it was sent with DHL on a 2 day delivery… it still took a week, not because this is Africa, but because the UK had it sitting in Brussels of all places for 4 days! Expect a sudden rush of pictures on the website again in the next week as we get carried away!

We also seem to have managed to get the very elusive visa for Angola sorted, apparently the Ambassador here in Accra has taken a personal interest in us overland travelers and has sorted out an arrangement with the Embassy in Brazzaville (Congo), we have applied for our visas here and apparently they will be waiting for us in Brazzaville! Wow, how cool is that! Angola has an up and coming star of an Ambassador here in Accra!

In amongst all of this we have enjoyed staying in Kumasi which probably has the largest market in West Africa (think acres of everything you can imagine include all sorts of witch doctor fetish stuff and you might be close!), we have sorted a few problems out with Keith’s bike (it was losing oil because the nut that holds the front sprocket came off because a locking washer wasn’t fitted properly by the mechanic in London when he put the chain on) and we have really enjoyed our stay at the Amamomo Beach Garden in Accra while we waited for our Visas and the delayed camera (it’s a little out of the city and very relaxed as the name would suggest, on the beach, and run by some very cool and friendly Rasta’s, it feels more like living with their family than being in a hotel, a welcome change from the big city life.)

So it’s been the second coming of Jesus and the camera! All in all good things to have I think!

So our plan now is to move on further West along the coast to enjoy the beach life a bit more and to get as far away from the big city bustle as we can get!

Update: It seems the African Surfers also had a similar experience and they blogged about it here, so this might actually be the third coming!.

There are some pictures available of us on the web of our freshly painted bikes taken just before we left Bobo by Anouar a French guy who was also staying in Casa Africa at the same time. You can check out his blog entry and pictures here, and if your French is not so hot you can see a Google machine translated version here.

We are trying to get hold of the originals and will be posting more pictures soon!

We really enjoyed our stay in the Kangaba Campement  in Bamako, though perhaps a little to rich for our blood as a campsite, we were really helped out by the guys that ran the place and we managed to get Keith a part worn rear tyre to replace his bald rear, which should tide him over till we make it to Togo and our next service destination.

Highlights for us in Bamako and Mali in general were among other things, the friendliest people yet, fantastic street food and we discovered Castel – The Queen of Beers!

After possibly too short a stay in Mali we decided to push on to Burkina Faso and then onwards and southwards to Ghana in an effort to maintain some momentum in our progress through Africa… however sometimes you get pleasantly waylaid by a place and just have to stay longer!

So it was with a go go go mentality that we rolled into Bobo Dioulasso, the second city of the tiny country of Burkina Faso. Most of you probably haven’t even heard of the country, or if you have you might not know it’s actually in Africa and in fact right in the heart of West Africa. But what a find it is when you stumble across it! One of the poorest countries in Africa, Burkinabes (as they are called)  make up for this in spades by being just some of the nicest people in Africa we have met, with a beautiful little corner of Africa thumping to an African beat.

Our original plans for staying in Bobo were happily disrupted by meeting a whole bunch of really cool people and we whiled our days away chilling out eating street food, drinking the local millet beer in bars, bumping into some fellow Irish and listening to them jam with their musician friends over a glass of the local palm wine, exhausting the local yogurt shop of it’s entire supply of yogurt and being taken for wild midnight rides on the back of souped up scooters by the locals!

We also managed to meet a local artist called Elvis who agreed to give our bikes’ paint job an African uplift! Elvis was a really cool guy who lived with a bunch of other artist friends in a sort of artists commune. All of them were really sound guys and they spoilt us with cups of tea while we talked and waited for them to finish their work on the bikes. For the finished result you will unfortunately have to wait till we get another camera in Accra, Ghana and start snapping again – so bear with us for a little bit.

Nearly a week after we had planned to arrive in the fantastically named Ouagadougou (or Ouaga for short) we rolled in. We wanted to spend a few days getting our Ghanaian visas and enjoying the big city life of the capital, unfortunately we had been really spoilt by Bobo and it couldn’t really measure up the same way, it had that big city buzz, a little more hassle, crazy traffic and too many people crammed into one place. 

Despite not really expecting it though we have been pleasantly surprised by this tiny little unnassuming country and we have really enjoyed trying to blend our white skins into the local street life.

After our long stays in Senegal and Gambia we decided to put a renewed impetus on the journey and our desire to push forward or more appropriately downward. As it stands the journey has evolved into a series of unplanned back to back holidays. That’s not a bad thing it’s just how life off the road has unfolded.

Picking up from where we last left off… we were dashing eastwards through Mali towards Bamako. The only thing we really noticed out of the blur was that the people changed considerably. Poverty has become much more visible and in a way more prominent. However people have become more genuine and less hassling. A constant pain in Senegal and Gambia.

We arrived to Bamako in dramatic fashion. My rear wheel met with a vicious 3 inch nail. The bugger ploughed directly through the thinning Desert tyres and super tough inner tube. Our 27 socket, which is needed to remove the back wheel and fix the puncture, fits into a ratchet which for the last 2 weeks has been out of action. As our luck would have it my puncture brought us to a standstill only 100 meters from a small but very friendly motorbike mechanic. Lucky is not the word.

After we replaced the tube with a spare we rode on and arrived in Bamako proper. While there we stayed in a small encampment recommended to us by friends we had met in Dakhla, Western Sahara. It was cool to have made the association and to have heard a lot more dirt on Colin…. Don’t worry Colin it wasn’t all bad! The plan from Bamako was to head south towards Abidjan in the Ivory Coast and then eastwards along the coast to Accra in Ghana. The cheeky Ivorians had a differnt plan. They’d shut their Embassy in Bamako for a week and we were left with the choice between a new route to plan or a week to hang around and wait. We chose the former and decided to go through Burkina Faso and from there into Ghana. A place which surprised us greatly and made us happy to have been detoured. Luck again was on our side as we heard last night from a local in Ghana that troubles have just started to flare up again in the Ivory Coast.

After our night under the stars and burning half the driftwood on the beach we headed back up north to visit some friends of friends in Diouloulou in the northern part of the Casamance. Their names are Jean Bernard and Jean Augustine and they are Catholic priests who are working very actively in the area.

When we arrived at 10:30 in the morning we were immediately given a huge warm welcome by Jean Augustine and welcomed in, given seats and a nice ice cold Guinness was thrust into our paws. Such a great way to be welcomed if you are Irish!

The rest of the day was much the same as we enjoyed fantastic hospitality and beers with good company punctuated by a much needed siesta to recoup for the evening. In the evening we were joined by Jean Bernard who has been working in the area for a very long time and has a wealth of experience. It was great to spend the evening with the priests and some of their friends, including an old German Frauline who had been working in West Africa for many years. By the time we made it to bed that night the spirits were high and we were both shocked that you could have so much fun with priests!

We decided to leave the next day for Mali as unfortunately Jean Bernard was going to be in Guinea Bissau for a couple of days and we wanted to get the wheels rolling again after having spent way too long in and around Senegal already and we really needed to make some progress again if we were ever going to see South Africa this year.

So the next morning we were up just after dawn to once again load up our bikes and get on the road, but not before a hearty breakfast with the priests once again. It was only about 24 degrees Celsius when we left in the morning but by the end of the day the mercury was touching over 40 and it was getting really humid! Incredible how as you go inland the temperature just rises and rises.

The scenery changed too, from the green lushness of the Casamance to a much drier dustier landscape. The red Africa soil that was mostly covered by the trees and rich green bushes of the Casamance was uncovered once again and more and more Banyan trees started to appear – big silver bulbous shapes with no leaves but whose bodies store up so much goodness and provide shelter for smaller animals that live in and around them. This is part of the joy of traveling through such an amazing and diverse continent as Africa, as the scenery and people changes so much from place to place.

We managed a pretty formidable 700 km day including crossing the border into Mali but it was a long hard slog on all sorts of road that varied from tarmac to intermittent tarmac to dirt to dust a foot thick and back up to intermittent tarmac before hitting some decent tarmac again closer to Mali. We even rode through some drops of rain near the border with Mali, which just served to send the humidity even higher!

By the time we pitched our tent somewhere off the road just after Kayes in Mali we were both soggy messes in the heat but had made great progress and just crashed out in the tent feeling satisfied to be in a new country.