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The deep, red dust flew out from the back of the bike as we flew along the bumpy Ghanaian roads. I could see a small herd of Antelope leaping with ease over the bare land next to us, easily matching our speed; there was a faint smell of smoke from a distant bush fire in the air. I had been lucky enough to make friends with a couple of local Ghanaians earlier in the day who lived in a small village based in Mole National Park, Ghana - they had a small, rusty motorbike that looked like it had seen better days but nonetheless they asked me if I wanted a tour of the land they knew so well, and to show off their culture they take so much pride in. So as the raw, African sun was setting, I was climbing onto the back of an old motorbike heading into the unknown - and quite possibly one of the best nights of my life. The first stop was a few miles down a rough track, through the national park, to the ancient town of Larabanga. As we approached the town I could hear the familiar, rythmic sound of Fufu being pounded - a mix of Cassava and Plantain smashed together using a large, wooden stick. We parked the bike and I am immediately guided by a flock of small children, shouting "Obroni! Obroni!", which means white person in Twi, to a table where I am served the local cuisine, Fufu with Buffalo. The first few stars began to prick the sky. As I am gnawing on my Buffalo meat I can see in front of me a large bonfire was being set alight and a crowd was gathering. I asked the local children what was going to happen and it was explained to me that a traditional, welcoming dance ritual was about to commence. The flames began to lick the sky, drums we being beaten and masked figures were dancing with pure joy and happiness around the fire. A beautiful woman, dressed from head to toe in brightly coloured, traditional cloth grabbed my hands and danced with me. It made me realise, even though these people have next to nothing - they are just as happy as us due to their strong sense of community spirit. I thanked them and we continued onto the next stop. We headed towards the oldest Mosque in Ghana and one of the oldest in West Africa - Larabanga Mosque. The gorgoues, white Mosque was built in 1421 by a man called Ayuba, who was instucted by 'the magic stone' to construct this masterpiece. By now the sky was filled with white, gleaming stars - the most magical I had ever seen it. With only the moonlight to guide us we continued back into the national park. The wide, eyes from Bush Babies were reflected off trees and a Civet cat ran across the track in front of us. It was eerily peaceful, with only the hum from the motorbike breaking the dead silence.