My time in Ghana began in its capital- Accra, where I met my group for the next month. I was going to be trucking from Accra up to Mali and back again, our vehicle was a regular big truck, gutted out and its insides replaced with seats and clever storage spaces with everything you'd need for a life on the road. It was 90% camping, bit of hotels and a bit of sleeping on rooftops, plus taking it in turns cooking on a gas fire, usually in the middle of nowhere. There was also a huge amount of driving involved, but with the windows wide open, tunes to listen to, book to read, and approximately 4,769 kids to wave at along the way, plus a nice tan on the right side of my body, it just
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