Further up the road we came to another check point at the border. Two police stations were divided by a long pole across the road. At the first one we were ordered inside.  We stood in line and were told to put our money on a large wooden barrel one at a time.   Each person had to declare the money being taken into the country.  When I pulled out my American money, the officer immediately told me to put it back in my pocket.  It seemed as if he was trying to protect me from letting others know how much money I was carrying.   At the station on the other side of the pole, we had our passports checked. We were then in Ghana.  I thought about James and Theo. They were probably no longer in Ghana because of the coup.  We rested awhile before continuing our journey. Everyone appeared relaxed as if the most difficult part of the trip was behind us.   Some of the women stretched out on the wooden tables near the shed to sleep. I walked through the woods to stretch my legs.  The woods were very still without a breeze stirring. The weather was hot and dry.  After the walk, I observed  the Yoruba woman. She and her baby had endured well the rough conditions of traveling by road. It  amazed me how she carried her baby tied in her lapper, using one piece of cloth.  Other African women  that I had seen used two separate cloths. She wore her head wrap which leaned to one side of her head but  never fell off.  We drove all day through Ghana before resting again. I felt relieved not to be bothered by the police. We stopped at one eating place late into the night.