Day 1 - 22nd July -By Holly and Lydia

Royal Air Maroc: an understatement to its extravagant interior, delicious food and quiet company! To the delight of the whole team we were blessed with this airline from Heathrow to Casablanca and then Casablanca to Accra. Stepping out of the Ghanaian airport, the stuffy 6am heat immediately hit us along with the crowd of ‘eager’ locals who pounced on our trolleys and demanded magazines, money and marriage. Fortunately for Katia she was the lucky one, receiving a proposal just half and hour after entering the country! We packed up into a noisy minibus and bounced along to first stop several hours later for breakfast. The language barrier meant little of our orders actually arrived fully and correctly, but fried egg and heated bread were a delicacy after the plane food. Harry ended up with no breakfast because his order of a mushroom omelette arrived twice-both times as a fried egg. At every junction on the road, hoards of Ghanaians dashed to the windows of our bus selling local foods and fabric to which we succumbed and purchased Fan Ices (ice cream in a bag) for the team and staff. Eventually we reached our destination just before the sun went down, with exhaustion seeping through our bodies we just managed to set up the camp beds and eat up our first real meal: rice with a tuna and tomato sauce prepared by Emma, Polly, Hannah and Ellen, and finally get some well needed sleep.