I was an illegal alien

We have returned from the Kente festival. We returned to the festival from the hotel to do some more shopping. Just what I needed!

After that, Whit wanted to "find" Togo. We were quite close to the border and the GPS said there should be a border crossing just up the road - so away we wnet. We drove east from where the festival was - only about 5 miles. The GPS showed Togo to the left and what looked like a cross road that should go in that direction to the border, but we passed it and realized it was a stream.

Disappointed, we turned around and as a last effort, pulled over to a small village to ask where the border crossing was. Max, still unused to Ghanaian pleasantries like "good afternoon", just said out the window, "Togo?" and the woman said "Yes". He said, again, with a bit more detail, "Which way is Togo?" She again said, "Yes." It turns out that the east side of the road was Togo and the west side was Ghana. We were in Togo, illegally, of course (none of us had a visa) - so we took our pictures in front of the immigration office and went on our way.

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