The others took the car South to check out shipping the Land Rover to South Africa (not worth trying to drive through Angola). I took a Tro-Tro (Ghana's version of the bâché). Spent the morning trying to track down airfares to Cameroon and South Africa. The agents here are not very organized - no computers, checking airfares were done on the phone. Not surprisingly they weren't willing to do the work to locate the cheapest fare - so it looks like I'll end up flying out of Abidjan. After being denied by the ATM yesterday I was starting to get very low on cash so it was off to the bank. This machine also denied me so I had to do a cash advance. It was the same deal as in The Gambia: the bank charged for a telex, the charge was done in Pounds Sterling and then converted (at the horrible bank rate) to Cedi.
I was supposed to meet the rest of the crew at the internet cafe so that search was the next goal. Found it without too much trouble and spent an hour going through email before the net crashed (just minutes before the others arrived - much to their annoyance). After lunch and a beer (new beer: Club - possibly the worst beer I've ever drank) it was back to the campsite.
An overland truck tour had pulled in while we were out (Truck Africa) - it was a group that the Land Rover gang had played tag with a number of times so it quickly developed into a party. Way to much beer left me sitting on the beach watching the stars spin and the waves crash before getting violently ill. Somehow I crawled back to the camp site and under the mosquito net before passing out.