I have to say that I will never forget this day...
So we're in Tamale and this 16 year old boy basically tagged along with us the minute we got off the bus.
His name was Jason and he was amazing yet annoying at the same time.
We had alot of time to kill before we could take the bus to Mole, so he helped us find stuff to do...which was nothing. We paid for taxi's to take us right back where we had started.
The kid would not leave us alone, but he made sure we got good prices for food and taxi's, so we couldn't complain.
At 2:00pm out bus was supposed to leave, so naturally we got to the station at 1:30 so we could get good seats etc.
The bus didn't SHOW UP til 5:30pm.
This is where the fun begins.
We knew that this ride was going to be rough because everyone had told us that the road was unpaved. Our seats were the last row in the back, and when we got to the unpaved road we decided it would be a good idea to stand up...
5 minutes later the ENTIRE back window of the bus flew off.
They stopped, picked up a piece of rubber that had fallen off, and then kept moving.
20 minutes later we all looked like we had traveled 100 miles in the African desert.
My skin was COMPLETELY covered in red dirt.
This excerpt doesn't do the story justice. I'll tell you guys more about it when I get back, but just wait until you see the pictures...
Anyways, we finally arrive at our hotel at around 10:30 and of course the restaurant is closed. (but the bar wasn't... so i had a beer for dinner)