Ammon:
there was a lot of security, and when we got there we went to Gate A and not Gate D. so we got a nice 2 minute walk. Then had a nice Lounge experience and got onboard and mom sprained her foot. I watched The Lego Movie 2 times then landed in Ghana, and got home and watched TV.
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LaReita:
Kenyans are serious about their security. Before we even entered the airport, our shuttle driver pulled over and pointed to a 10 foot building on the side of the road, “you have to be screened first”. We get out (just our persons, not our stuff), and walk through a metal detector.
We get back in the car and we get to the terminal. We enter the doors of the terminal, and there is an X-ray scanner and a metal detector. Go through that.
Check-in at the counter.
Go through passport control. Go upstairs.
There are more x-ray scanners and metal detectors like at the front doors. I think, ‘maybe those are extras for training.’ They are blocked off with the ropes. Ok. I walk around them to the elevator, thinking our gate is up another level. Nope. We get chased down by a security worker. We DO have to go through these machines.
Three security screenings.
We find the lounge that accepts Priority Pass (one of our credit card benefits), and we are the only ones there. Good breakfast, strong wifi, comfy seats. There for about 1.5 hours before we go to our gate.
As we start walking down the hallway to the gangway, I type a text that I’ll miss our weekly board meeting call since I’ll be flying. I’m walking down an unfamiliar hallway not paying attention. Being a “screen-ager”. Dave is muttering something, and by the time I register what he is saying, the floor drops out from under me. I land hard on my left foot and collapse. He was saying “stairs, stairs, stairs”. I’m grateful it was my left that took the brunt of the fall since my right knee has osteo-arthritis, it could have been a much worse situation.
I stand up and admit, “that’s what happens when I’m on the phone and not paying attention.” Plane ride was full, but when I get up to use the toilet, the left foot was not happy. Six hours later we land in Ghana. As I get off the plane, I am walking very slow.
A few more stops, and by the time we get to Becky’s house in Accra I’m wondering if I broke something. I can barely make it 10 feet from the car to the couch. I recall Ben’s football sprained ankle that wasn’t healing after 3 weeks. When I finally took him to the doctor, Ben actually had a fracture. I now know your pain Ben.
Before we left Spanish Fork, I had the clear prompting to take my herbal tincture liquid “Healing Syrup” aka Complete Tissue Repair. I thought it would be for my frozen shoulder that was giving me problems at the time. (Shoulder is good now.) I think it was actually meant for this event.
Becky’s new Accra house rental is nice. Electricity is working. Good A/C in the bedroom. But no water. Apparently it’s been a month. Akwaaba Ghana. (Welcome to Ghana.) Donne (the house caretaker) did get 2 buckets of water from the neighbor so we can at least flush. I use one of the buckets and do a bucket bath. You stand in the bathtub and with a washcloth, splash and clean as best you can.
It wouldn’t be an African trip unless you had a bucket-bath.