Onboard the cargo ship. Lake Volta.
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I purchased a 3rd class ticket at the port to try and save on cash. This would allow me to sleep inside or on top of one of the crates the ship was carrying to deliver to isolated villages along the lake. Unlike when in your native country the prospect of this was exciting, as is the feeling when you're in a foreign country. I boarded and walked around the large area where there was straw on the floor, crates stacked high and chickens doing there thing. One guy spotted me and assumed i was lost. "NO no no, this way" he said leading me up a narrow stairwell to the upper deck which was where the second class ticket holders resigned. A bit disappointed but at least there was a bit of cover over the deck where i would be sleeping. This guy later told me he assumed i was on the upper class because i was white.
We pulled out of port a few hours latter and i started to get talking to the people on board. I man in particular was a very friendly shaman who made his living be going into the forest to collect bark and roots. He would then give this to clients that simply can't afford proper medical treatment.
Later we stopped at a small village where 20 soldiers got on board. Armed and smiley and up for a laugh, they gathered around me and we're talking over each other enthusiastically, declaring their love for Ghana and an interest in why i'm here. They showed me the kitchen area of the boat, which was a woman with a cauldron of rice and spicy sauce. For the equivalent of 50cents i was stuffed. The soldiers got drinking and singing just as the weather broke.
Life on board was easy and laid back and i will never forget the welcome i received.
I highly recommend this 3 day journey to anyone who seriously wants to meet the locals.
And i met a man called Elvis :)