Hello Africa. Hello Ghana.

There was nothing quite like watching the moon rise over the African continent last Saturday evening. Below me lay winding riverbeds like twisted scarves of silk, a slightly darker shade of red than the dirt around them. Great expanses of sand came and went, until the next time I looked up from my Vanity Fair, a heavy darkness had pushed out the light, until the morning.

That morning would find me in Ghana, West Africa.