Maybe it will work now?

Well I am officially in Africa, however still only in Ghana and not yet in Togo. I had the wonderful privilege of sitting next to a very nice man named Kwabena on the way over. Very nice, very large. very large. Let's just say he didn't realize the armrest is the supposed border between our two bodies. For twelve hours. Nerves have started to ease a little, I think just being on a computer helps. But the trip has been trying so far, as two flights have been delayed (out of two), the malaria pills are making me pretty queasy, and I just don't feel like eating although it has been since dinner last night in the Memphis airport when I last ate. Also, trying to catch a transit through Ghana is a disaster. They honestly have no idea what they are doing, and I am pretty sure I bribed someone at some point. I don't even know. All I know is that I didn't pay the transit VISA fee, followed some guy around, and still have my checked luggage because I can't check into my next flight for several hours. Also a little nerve-racking is the fact that even here people still barely know what Togo is. The flight is forty minutes to the capital, how is it that no one knows it? Is it Narnia or something? I think I might have to get to gate nine and three quarters to get there. I am just ready to make contact with the guy who is picking me up, because at that point at least I will know what is going on. No matter what is ahead, I just wish I knew. I may or may not have spent the last forty minutes in a bathroom stall, sitting and wasting time so I didn't have to face this airport. It's no Johannesburg, trust me. It is small, dingy, a little smelly, and a lot scary. But that's just me being nervous. As you can see, I am ready to get there and start doing what I came here for. I truly believe the traveling will be the worst part. Keep praying for me, I think you can tell I need it. Not nearly proud enough not to ask for that right now. Hopefully my next update will be from Akapame, Togo!