After lunch, Morgan, Melanie and I pack our things and set off to the Tro station at Pedu junction. It is Thursday and Projects Abroad organises a Easter Party at Accra that is supposed to start at 4 pm. At the station, we have to face a bitter surprise. A long queue has formed and it is not moving. We soon find out why. There are no Trotros. None of the cars parked at the station is going to Accra. I can‘t see why as so many people are trying to get there and for once there would be no problem to fill the cars. A young man who is waiting in front of us says Trotros would come after 4 pm, when they come back from Accra. We wait, hoping for the best. We check other stations but the problem is the same. Too many people and no cars. A man approaches us, apparently talking to Eric on the phone. He says he would see what he can do and my hopes are up at once. We wait. He never comes back. We wait. At five, we decide it is not worth waiting for a Tro to Accra just for a party that has already started. We choose a quiet evening at home over the stress of Accra.
As we are not expected at the house, our dinner is only chocolate biscuits again. It is still early so we go out to find food somewhere else. There is a spot I heard of opposite Solace where we always go for our weekly volunteer‘s meeting. Meet me there. I have never been there but we want to try something new. The place seems quiet and friendly, we manage to order Jollof rice and chicken. The other guests are mostly men, chatting, with a drink in front of them. We are a little bit out of place. I am sure this place doesn‘t see foreigners very often but nobody minds us. It is only five skinny cats, that look at us with their huge eyes when our food comes. And the barman who asks for a contact number. A nice spot for a quiet evening.
