I'm back!

The flight is delayed by over an hour. As we finally all board the plane, we are made to sit and wait another half hour because one of the passengers got bored of waiting by the gate and rather went back in for some more duty free shopping. The pilot and all passengers are outraged as she finally gets on the plane (she is allowed on only because that would be quicker than offloading her luggage).

When we land a man tries to shove in front of me when we're going down the stairs from the plane. Here, there's no such thing as ladies first. We're squeezed into the tiniest bus that Aviance has to offer and driven the short distance to the airport.

Once out, after an unusually short and smooth passport check and baggage reclaim, we're welcomed by the crisp midnight air, no humidity in sight. A fight ensues behind us as the airport guys clamp a car that has stopped to pick up a passenger by the roadside.

We stop at Airport Shell so that I can buy some water. I need to slam my two bottles of Voltic on the counter to get the attention of the shop-assistant who's busy chatting to the other shop-girl. She looks at me and says 'you are buying what?' to my bewilderment, since all that is in front of me is my two bottles of water. I point to them and hand over my note. She lazily gives me my change, puts the bottles in a bag and has already turned back to her friend when she stretches out her hand for me to reach out for my bag.

As I make my way out the heavy door a smile spreads across my face: lateness, un-gentlemanlike men, fights and bad service. I'm back in Ghana and I love it!