  Akwaaba from Ghana! Alex and I have been in Ghana for four days now and things have been... interesting. First things first - the flight (the short version)- emergency landings, unplanned stop in Djibouti, another unplanned stop in Djibouti, and then the hi-jacking (sort of) of our flight to Accra.
We were supposed to leave Pearson on an Air Canada 737 at 10:30 Sunday night, but apparently, there was no crew to load the cargo so we couldn't take off for another hour and a half. And then it got better, for about an hour, until the captain announced that we would be making an emergency landing in Halifax because someone had apparently become violently ill immediately after taking off. We were in Halifax for quite some time while the paramedics took care of the poor, sick woman, who was eventually taken off the plane in a stretcher. The rest of the trip to Frankfurt was painless, although the movie selection was abysmal. When we arrived in Frankfurt, we had to rush to the next plane, which had been waiting for us because there were a lot of people from our flight headed to Addis Ababa. The flight to Addis Ababa was great - I lucked out and got a seat with plenty of extra leg room, and we all had our own TVs on which we could watch movies or a flight map so we knew exactly how long we were from our destination. The flight map was infitely more interesting than the movies - it was especially intersting when the target on Addis Ababa dissappeared and we flew past it and the 'kilometres to destination' numbers kept growing rather than shrinking. About twenty minutes later, the captin told us that Addis Ababa was fogged in and we would be landing in the Republic of Djibouti.
We landed, and after an hour, we set of for Ethiopia again. Once again, I watched the flight map as we approached, and once again, we began to veer off course. Then the TVs all turned off. Twenty minutes later, the captain came over the intercom to say "I'm sorry, you're not going to believe this, but the weather got bad again, so we are on our way back to Djibouti, where we will wait it out.
" We stayed in Djibouti for several hours that time, and we weren't allowed to leave the plane because there were other planes that had been redirected and all in all there were too many people to fit into the terminal. Several hours later, we took-off agian and managed to land successfully in Addis Ababa - then it got bad. There was a plane there for us to take. It was going to Accra, Ghana, via Douala in Cameroon.
Just as we were going to board though, there was an announcement that the plane wasn't going to stop in Douala after all - it was going to tgo straight to Accra, so that the backlog created by the poor weather (fog) could be cleared up, and the people heading to Cameroon would be able to take a flight later on in the evening. The people going to Cameroon didn't like this. About twenty of them started yelling and screaming at the officials, saying that it was unfair, and the officials tried to calm them down, saying that they would give them free hotel rooms for the day, etc, and some of the Cameroonians were satisfied and left - but many did not. Instead, they decided to block the boarding gate, because if they couldn't fly, then nobody could. So about ten, very large Cameroonians stood in front of the gate, yelling and threatening everybody and gesticualting wildly when people tried to reason with them and I sat there - no sleep for days, waiting for the situation to be resolved, waitintg for order, for the cops (the guys were yelling "bring the police, we'll fight them!!!
"), but alas, no order, no police - there were security guards, but they stood far away, behind protective glass and the talked and laughed and held hands... while we waited. Finally, after a couple of hours, the officials decided that they would let the guys - thugs - on the plane, and reroute it to Cameroon after Ghana. So we all got onto the plane, like one big happy family, and we got to Ghana. Finally. More to come... 
