The plan is to travel as quickly as possible to Accra, meet Merrick, then hit the docks to see whether The Thumb can Hitch a ride on a cargo vessel or fishing boat to Angola.
With every passing mile, the road south is becoming lusher - greenery replacing the light tan landscapes of the past month or so.
There are more cows about, fewer donkeys, and plenty of encouragement from the people I speak to about the chances of getting a lift.
The humidity is noticeably heavier as Accra draws closer. Must confess, after a diet of nuts, eggs and bread for the past three days - and a good 750km trip today alone - I can’t wait to get there.
Any sort of fast food would be manna from heaven right now.