Going home

Yet again a small detour. Now to see a women cooperative. This one was visited by Kofi Anan, the former UN secretary general. I have to say that some of the pots they sold looked like they were painted by me, and that is not a compliment. I do support the fact that these women try to make a living for themselves by selling homemade pots, but if you do not have the skills, please try something else.That said, Hazel managed to find a couple of baskets.

Just to make sure that if the police want to check our car we really have a problem. On our whole trip we were actually only stopped once, he asked us what we had, and we couldn't really answer, as it was a weird combination of everything from cookies and wine to tourist crap to our clothes. He decided not to check. Other police men who initially wanted to stop us let us drive on when they saw the license plate. I don't like to missuse our status with CD plates but.... Who am I kidding, I like the fact that we do not get stopped and I am not demanding to get stopped like other people.

The border was once again as clear as mud. We first stopped at the wrong police man at the Ghana side. The Burkinabé man was surprised that we didn't understand the system, clearly him sitting at the side of the road and a building 20 meters further with no signs on it were the border. It really wanted to tell him what I thought of his system, but I really wanted to get across the border without problems more. Several people seemed to drive up to the man, say something and were allowed to cross without showing anything or stamping anything, I do wonder what they said.

Being on the road we know we didn't expect anything, but were pleasantly surprised to see some monkeys crossing the road.

Finally, had a good holiday, but BED SWEET BED. Or in Dutch: zo als het (de WC) thuis zit, zit het nergens.