If my trip to Wa wins the award for worst bus, the trip from Wa to Bolgatanga wins the award for worst road. I really wish I had a better way to describe it rather than “dusty and bumpy” – but it’s really one of those things you can’t explain properly. Well, maybe I could if I was a more eloquent writer, but all I really have is “bumpy and dusty.” The road was full of dips and potholes, the driver had to slow down to a snails pace to navigate some of them safely. There was one portion that seemed to be torn up for a long forgotten construction project.
Most of the journey was through “the bush.” Nothing but trees, grass and rocks. Every hour or so we would pass a tiny collection of grass huts. At one point, a passenger asked to get off the bus in the middle of nowhere. Everyone on the bus threw a fit, saying that “we don’t stop in the bush” because it is “too risky.” I imagine that it is. It’s a desolate place, very easy to stage a robbery. Worse yet, if the bus were to break down we would be stranded without any provisions.
Thankfully, none of those things happened and we arrived safely in Bolgatanga, the capital of the Upper East region. My first evening in Bolgatanga was spent enjoying a delicious and overpriced club sandwich and scrubbing the insane amount of dirt off of my clothes. The next morning I would be heading to the nearby town of Paga to continue my “wildlife tour of Ghana.”