Home at Last

Our last day in Accra was spent doing tourist stuff; that is, buying more stuff to get rid of our cedis that the European money changers won't exchange. We also spent quality time at the KLM office to make sure Chris and I could fly home on the same planes. After two visits over several hours, we were successful! The eight hour layover in Amsterdam was a nice break, and we took the train into town for chocolate pastries and coffee at a cafe, followed by a visit to the Anne Frank House. Yup, the slave castles and the holocaust in the same trip. Party on.

We had a nine hour flight from Amsterdam to Minneapolis, complete with triple bag screening and being wedged into the very middle seats of a DC-10. We thought we had less than hour to get through customs and to our flight to Salt Lake. We managed to get through quickly, only to get to our next flight and sit on the tarmac for over two hours while a rescuse slide was being repaired. 35 hours after arriving at the Accra airport, we arrived home, and I sleepily wondered how many cedis we would be charged to stay in this nice guesthouse.

And now it's time for a shower and some Ambien.....good night.