DAY 8

Christmas Day in Ghana seemed just as long and bustling as any other day.  We ended up biking into Kumasi and managed picked the road that has the most hills into Kumasi as well.  110 kilometers after Gyapa (or longest day yet), we thought were in Kumasi, or at least a few kilometers away, but we were standing on top of the hill that actually had a sign that said 20 kilometers to Kumasi and all I could see was the next HUGE, I mean HUGE like MASSIVE hill in front of me.  Forget mileage, I had to get over that hill to get to Kumasi. Unfortunately, after that MASSIVE hill was another MASSIVE hill which hid the next 5 MASSIVE hills on the other side of it that separated me from Kumasi.  What do I know about biking? Not much because Armando, Margarita and Frazer all told me about the torture of hills in San Francisco and biking up mountains. I rolled my eyes.

 The ride, I honestly, don’t really remember because of my exhaustion of reaching Kumasi. I do remember the traffic being bad and nerve wrecking the closer we go to Kumasi. Also, being in Kumasi the traffic was bad. I remember leading the group and not seeing a wide and deep pothole in front of me, a good sign of tiredness.  I slammed on the breaks and almost caused a pile up within the group.

When we reached Kumasi, the plan was to head into town towards our shelter because if we went to find food we could end up on the opposite side of town. We would of then had to bike through Kumasi, an obnoxious thought. However, hunger took over and we stopped at the first sign of food.  It was a nice food stand that gave us each a free egg roll for Christmas.

 Margarita hooked it up for us by reconnecting with a good friend. We staid with Kwesi and his awesome Dad who built their house and helps out in the villages with his engineering back ground.  Their home was elegant and warm.  They fed us full for dinner and breakfast with chocolate bars, marmalade and all around, good, good food. It was a unique Christmas for this band of adventurers

By

Evelyn Masoner