I aim for the last few days of my holiday to be as relaxed as possible, so here is where my daily diary ends, as there won't be much to report.
Instead, I'll talk about my general musings over Ghana and my trip in general.
A lot of millennials (whatever that means) seem to think that going on holiday is partying, sex and non-stop exploration or experience.
I find being out of your comfort zone an experience. A trip to me involves eating the local cuisine (like spice grilled tilapia with banku and kpakpo shito), listening to local music that Spotify will never serve up, taking in a country's tone of voice (this is unique to me), exploring history and culture. And talking to people.
In this trip, I did most of these things. I didn't do much talking to people, as Ghanaians are incredibly cool. They don't want to know about you and they don't feel the need to tell you about them.
I never got the standard PR spiel when they saw a white, European woman about how amazing their country is.
As a copywriter, I live by the mantra "show, don't tell" and the Ghanaians did just that. They don't need my approval and they don't feel they have to impress me.
They want nothing from me and I want nothing from them.
It's refreshing not to be chased around landmarks by gaggles of soot covered children asking for money or to buy their toot.
I also learnt that when you tell Ghanaians you're English, you don't get the normal "lovely jubbly, Rodney" or "fish and chips" or a chat about the Premier League, you get comments about Queen Elizabeth.
I didn't put myself out there. I'm a woman on my own, so I didn't sit the mini-bus taxis for hours, waiting to be taken to some remote place. In another life, I would've loved to do this, but as a woman approaching her 40s, doing ok in life and on her own, I didn't gamble my safety for the sake of seeing the "real, provincial Ghana".
There's something not right about going to another country and treating them like exhibits in a zoo (I think Africa has had its fill of that). It's like poverty or tribal porn.
I watch Simon Reeve and that guy who walked through the Caucauses do it. It's great to see their way of life, that it's documented for future generations, but what would I get out of it, other than a good dinner party story, to give everyone a false sense of who I am.
I'm Scaredy Cat Town. Yes, I nonchalantly book holidays to exotic places and venture to them solo. But I'm not without fear.
And as I'm a certain age, I want life to be that little bit easier and that little bit more relaxed, because headspace is important.
Taking me out of my day-to-day responsibilities, guilt and pressures, I can really think. Remember I'm Moana and what my destiny is. And this trip and experience adds to the rich tapestry of me.
I never would have come to certain conclusions had I have taken the easy option and gone to Cyprus.
And I hope me being here will empower and embolden my friends and their friends to take a step into visiting a country that isn't on everyone's travel list.
