I slowly walked down the stairs of the ramp, looking around in awe, breathing in the sweet smells of the earth of the Motherland when a man in a orange t-shirt which announced a family reunion, rudely pushed past me and several other passengers with a young woman, in the same attire, in tow.  His frantic pace and, I guess his desire to catch up with other members of his group was somewhat calmed by the long line of passengers he encountered once he reached the terminal.  
Maybe he then realized that we were all in this process together and that pushing and shoving would get him nowhere! The flight attendants had be given the wrong immigration forms.  As a result everyone on this flight of about 300 people had to complete the form after we arrived in Accra!

Did I write anything about the woman who I sat next to during the flight? No? OK, I'll try to catch up in the morning!