Medase, Ghana.

It has been three weeks. At the beginning, time seemed to pass rather slowly. Adapting to the environment, the people and their lifestyle and getting acquainted with the new flavors of the local food...It was a learning process that required time and energy. And yet, now that we have to pack our suitcases, we look back on the 20 days with some regret. At least, I do.

The experience has been enriching and fulfilling. Yesterday, as Cilia, Sam and myself took a cab to do one last city tour (at night!), the streets flew past us through the windows and it finally dawned on me that I wouldn't be seeing that red soil again, or any of the little sweets/phone cards/coconuts/peeled oranges stands on the border of the sidewalk. Yes, it will probably be refreshing to breathe in some clean air (gas and pollution fragrances not being the most appealing of scents). But the whole immersion into this world was definitely one of a kind.

The festival is drawing to a close. We had the opportunity to meet several interesting people from different corners of the planet. It felt strange but somehow familiar to be around them. Animation was the reason everybody came together and it was a refreshing feeling.

From left to right: Richard, Ralitsa, myself and Mirto

Once we step on the tarmac that will lead us home, I'm sure a rush of memories will take over before flying above the red and green land we’ve got to visit. There are so many things we haven’t been able to see, but for the things we did see, it was all worth it.

Medase, Ghana. Thank you for all the discoveries.

Now, I only wait for the moment where I can read these words : Welcome to Montreal.

Akwaaba!