Today was one of those special days when you have no idea how the day might evolve when you start. It began with breakfast in a very Parisienne café, tucked down a dusty unnamed track.

Kara is a town in the north west of Togo which I reached in a shared taxi. This was a long journey up country winding in and out of numerous trucks heading back to Lome or out to Burkina Faso.

Lac Togo lies to the east of Togo and is part of the southern inland lagoon. I arrived here by shared taxi and got out at the village of Agbodrafo. From the road its a short walk to Hotel Le Lac where you can get boats to Togoville.

The International Museum of the Gulf Of Guinea is along the east end of the beach from road. Its an incredible space filled with sculptures from each of the West African countries.

I changed my plans this morning and opted to move on to Lome rather than stay another day to climb up Mount Agou.

From the guest house in Wli Falls, it was possible to walk east along the Main Street to the police check point to get an exit stamp for Ghana. I then walked through the gate , along a track and then through the gate to Togo.

Today was another of those memorable days which came from a spontaneous decision at breakfast to go hiking alone in the spectacular hills.

It was one of those truly adventurous days today - a chosen destination with no clue how to get there. You just have to set off and make decisions as you go. Hence, I travelled on motorbikes and in a shared minibus to get to Wli falls - brilliant rides through open countryside.

It was wonderful to be able to sleep without AC or a fan. Here a cool breeze naturally modifies the temperatures. This morning, I ate omelette and bread with the family, prepared by Saskia, one of the daughters.

After several days in Accra, I was looking forward to being out in Ghanaian countryside, now to the east of the country. I’d chosen Amedzofe as my destination as it claims to be the highest settlement in the country and lies in the Avatime Hills.

I have spent today diving deep into the contemporary art scene in Accra and meeting some of the people who are promoting it.

Busua is a relaxed peaceful fishing village attracting European tourists, NGOs and volunteers. Even so, it was quiet and a wonderful place to read, walk the beach and sit with a fruit juice.

I was woken at 5:00 by loud talking coming through a speaker mounted at a road junction near the guest house. It turned out this was a daily occurrence and was the way community news was shared around the town.

Today I travelled in a comfortable minibus with air conditioning to Cape Coast, a town on the coast to the west of Accra.

I’ve landed in Accra and immediately welcomed the English language spoken more widely here.

I spent the last days in Abidjan exploring more of the city and revisiting a few of my favorite cafes. I am continually struck by the huge variance in building design and usage everywhere.

Before returning to Abidjan, I took a local taxi to Assinie in the east of Cote D’Ivoire. It lies close to the Ghanian border. It’s also the place where expansive resorts have been developed along the side of the water all along the slither of land at the end of which sits the settlements.

I had the opportunity this morning to meet a member of a film crew producing a documentary about the Cocoa industry in Cote D’Ivoire. We were joined by Charlie, an intern for one of the few chocolatiers in the country that is trying to model new practices to provide a fair wage to workers along with sustainable farming methods.

I was back on track and took a taxi to the Adjame Gare Routier. As I’d expected life does exist in this city - it’s vibrant and busy around this area. There are numerous market stalls, people traveling to many destinations and a well developed network of buses to take.

I created a plan of places to see and visit today. Nothing happened as expected! This is life in Africa.