Vinnie eventually dropped me off at the internet cafe to try to send out some e-mails. After flying through traffic for about 25K we determined that the bus was long gone. I figured it would be a lot easier to just keep on going, but Vincent said he could get me on another bus at a differnet station. More white-knuckle driving to get to that station, and luckily, the bus was there waiting. As with most things in Ghana, there is no set schedule.
Tickets are sold until the bus is full, then it departs.
The bus looked almost full when we got on, until I learned about the middle seats. It was more than an hour before the fold-out seats were all filled up. The Accra to Cape Coast Road is one of Ghana's most deadly. Vincent was supposed to get there by motorcycle before me, but of course there was no sign of him when I got in. The owner was forewarned of my arrival, so I was quickly in my room and back at the restaurant for a wonderfully fufu-free meal of barbecued lobster and rice.