Arriving at the Accra airport
would have been frightening had I not had four other volunteers on my flight to
travel through passport control, customs, and baggage claim with. Before our
flight, Lianna, Ricarda, and I met up for Dutch pancakes and smoothies which we
got to eat in a booth shaped like a teacup. We met with Roxane and Shreya at
the gate. On the flight, the Vietamese man on my right who sounded just like
Mr. Pham (my 10th grade computer science teacher) lectured me on how I should
"become the doctor". The Dutch couple on my left were visiting
friends they had made in Accra when the woman volunteered there for 5 months.
While I couldn't get seats next to the other volunteers, everyone spent the
flight watching movies and sleeping anyway, so I'll get the next three weeks to
get to know them better.
Passport control at Accra airport
was surprisingly strict, including fingerprinting and separate officers
checking for yellow cards (a form that proves you've been vaccinated against
yellow fever, which is required for entry into and exit from Ghana). Baggage
claim and customs were a free-for-all with mobs rather than lines; the culture
here is that you either assert yourself or get left behind. We pushed our way
through crowds trying to carry our bags for us to find Ernest and Jerome, two
Crystal Eye Clinic nurses who shuttle all new volunteers to and from the
airport. We've arrived!
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