It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere. - Danzy Senna

9 October 2019, Tamale
Clinton Lodge 70GHC (R200)  

The Clinton Lodge has a decent restaurant, though slow. We had been persuaded last night to order our breakfast in advance and were fed an omelette and toast this morning at 08:00. We then walked to the tar road to pick up a yellow-yellow, the Asian tuk-tuk used in Ghana more often than autocycle taxis. These can take three to five passengers and are whippy little vehicles, transporting thousands every day in relative comfort, protected by a roof from rain and sun. Our driver took us first to Stanbic Bank to draw cash, then dropped us at the STC bus station to make enquiries about transport to Burkina Faso tomorrow. Did some shopping and took ourselves “home” to our fan room for a nap after our exertions. We spent the afternoon near the pool in which some guests swam, and treated ourselves to popcorn made on site and later to dinner.

See our Burkina Faso interlude HERE.