The last day of the Ghana PG Festival was a bit of a let down….literally..the wind blew down the mountain with the occasional calm mixed in with the “faker” cycle up the hill!!! I felt launch conditions were tough enough when the wind blew up the hill so I wasn’t to excited about running off in those conditions. There were just a few brave souls, the gung ho pilots flew while the rest of hoped and waited for better conditions to launch in. The weather just didn’t cooperate. I wish we could have flown all the people that were waiting in line to fly…they were so excited.
That evening we had some time so a bunch of us ventured into the town center for a cultural experience. I loved wondering around the market and checking everything out from clothes, sandals made from car tires, spices being ground up to sell, dead “things” of all shapes and sizes to eat if you dare. Pretty much anything one would need you found there.
And then…the sky decided to open up and show who’s boss….it went from a few dark clouds to half the sky turning black. We new what was coming so we ran to flag down a taxi, jumped in and the wall of wind hit. It blew hard then came the rain as we drove back to the hotel…..wahooo!
I love watching mother nature let loose! I was not alone as we ran upstairs of the hotel to get to the outside balcony to watch the storm unfold. We had a great view of the landing zone across the street…the flag was sticking straight out!!! J
