Stacy Lyn wanted to dispel the post-Christmas blues. So we, her Traveling Socks, suggested some travel. Hey – we may be just a pair of Socks, but we get the blues, too, you know!
Accra, Ghana (only a four-hour drive from Lomé, Togo) promised luxury, rest, and different scenery. So that’s where we decided to go.
Getting there, however, is not luxurious or restful. Travel around West Africa never is. The “roads” are dotted with villages, which more often than not, spill over into the street, making passing through difficult.
But once we passed through the crowded villages, a peaceful hush descended upon us. The road was still riddled with potholes – when it was paved, which oftentimes it was not. But this was ok with us because it forced us to slow down and enjoy the sights – like the ubiquitous red sand…
…and children just moseying along the road, heading towards we-did-not- know-where. Maybe this boy was going to visit his grandmother; such a sweet boy he is. Or maybe he is skipping school; such a wayward child he is.
The weekend passed all too quickly, of course. And when all was said and done, the restful days spent in the capital city were less memorable than the strange and interesting sights we saw along the way. Oftentimes it really is the journey and not the destination that adds spice to life, though this is not always apparent except in hindsight.