Our Last Day

We were meant to be teaching our final masterclass in school on our last day in Ghana, but tragedy struck the country a week before we arrived and the Ghanaian president, John Atta Mills, died.  Though he died of cancer, his death came relatively suddenly.  We were met with constant reminders and effigies in the form of red and black ribbons, the colours of President Mills' native tribe, across all parts of the country.

Mills' funeral took place on our last Friday in Ghana and funerals are a big deal in Ghana.  Heads of state flew in from across the world, families gathered together to celebrate Mills' life and all national, public and private services were closed for the day.

That's how we found ourselves back at Kokrobite Beach for a final day of sunning and appreciating the  wonderful two-week experience that Warwick in Africa afforded us.  

                                         

Dora and Beth, my kind of people 

beach restaurant with a sea view and a sand floor 

the sea view

beachside shopping

colourful!

African beach football 

The weather played nice for us, and for the first time in two weeks we had properly blue skies.  We spent the afternoon taking in the sun, playing cricket with some local kids and listening to the drumbeats, friendly artist touts and appreciating such beautiful surroundings.  It was cheesy, in a good way.  

And later we said our goodbyes to the staff at Yiri Lodge before heading to the airport and crossing our fingers for a free upgrade.  Which, naturally, didn't happen.  Six hours later, we were transported back to the olympic-friendly London and into our real lives.  

Ghana Masterclasses 2013? I hope so.