An Epic Transatlantic Journey: From the USA to Ghana—A Traveler’s Tale

By Our Roving Reporter, Dr. Anthony Sallar ( Aflao Boy)

Sometimes, a journey isn’t just about the destination—it’s about the turbulence, the Jack Daniel’s, and the stories whispered among weary travelers at 30,000 feet.

A Rocky Start

Saturday morning, I bid farewell to the USA, setting my sights on Ghana. The weather gods in the southeastern United States were less than agreeable, throwing heavy rains our way and stirring up turbulence. Years ago, that would have left my heart pounding, but experience has taught me that commercial airliners are designed to ride out the storm. So, I leaned back, buckled up, and let the aircraft do its job.

A Not-So-Full Flight

Now, here’s where things got interesting. The flight to Ghana from JFK? Shockingly empty—three-fourths full at best. Whispers among seasoned travelers confirmed my suspicions: many people were avoiding the trip home due to the current immigration climate in the USA. A changing tide, indeed.

“I used to see packed flights heading to Ghana every summer,” said Kwame, a fellow passenger. “Now, things feel… different. Quieter.”

The Hunger-Fueled Feast

Despite the smooth five-hour stretch over the Atlantic, hunger had begun to gnaw at me. Airport delays meant I hadn’t grabbed a bite before boarding. Airline food isn’t exactly known for its culinary excellence, but necessity makes every meal taste divine. I asked for a double plate, and before I knew it, I was devouring everything in sight—perhaps helped along by my trusty travel companion, Jack Daniel’s Whisky mixed with Coke.

“The trick is to chase bland airplane food with a strong drink. Works every time,” chuckled Nana, another traveler nursing her own concoction.

A Warm Ghanaian Welcome

After a grueling 20-plus hours of travel, we finally touched down in Ghana at 6:30 AM. Despite my aching body, the professionalism of the customs and immigration officers made the arrival seamless. Tired, yet relieved, I made my way home.

Thankfully, the lady in charge of cleaning the house had worked her magic—everything was spotless, welcoming, and just what I needed. A quick but satisfying meal of half a ball of kenkey and Titus sardines, washed down with an ice-cold Club Beer, sealed the deal. Then, blissful sleep claimed me for the next seven hours.

The Aftermath

Now, fully rested and reflecting on the journey, I feel a mix of emotions. Travel is never just about the miles covered—it’s about the people met, the conversations shared, and the tiny moments that turn into cherished memories.

“You never know what kind of adventure you’ll have until you’re in the air,” mused Kofi, my childhood friend , a seasoned traveler. “That’s the beauty of it.”

So, what’s next? Well, that remains to be seen. But for now, Ghana awaits—with open arms and cold beer. Cheers to the next chapter.