We find the bridge and the captain. I explain that we
have reservationsfor the cabins and tell him the name of the person
I spoke with. There's much laughter from the captain and his his crew
because of how pronounced the name. Well after after hovering, watching
and staking our claim we are given the rooms. Mark and Maren arrive
and we retire to our cabins, for the coolness of air conditioning (yes,
AC, the only time we had it in Ghana) and a soft bunk.
Why such the concern about the cabins you might
ask. Well, the other option is to spend the 48 hours on tables and benches
down below, and, as the guide book said, you'd have to be a masochist
for that. So I can now say I have been in a first class cabin on a boat,
but neither the boat or the cabin would be part of the Carnival cruise
line brochures. Sometime in the early morning, the boat blared its horns
and we were off. This is the yam time of year and the boat will stop
at villages along the laketo load yams.
The trip down the lake is quiet and fascinating.
In the morning we take our first hot showers because we share the toilet
and shower with the ferry crew. Tea, bread and hard boiled eggs in the
galley for a dollar and we sit with the locals. There's a chicken tied
at the bottom of the stairwell that Mark refers to as "dinner".