Having finished registration for home and classes here…we packed up and headed to the beach for a long weekend. The night before I attended a play that students in the drama department put on. One of our ISEP members was in it, so that was fun to see. She was the only white person in the play. We headed back and went to bed so we could get up early and make the journey to Busua. We went to Kaneshie station to catch a tro tro to Takoradi before we made our way to Busua. On our way off the tro tro to Kaneshie, Natalie’s shoe broke. It’s a flip flip, so there was seemingly no possible way to fix it. Oh we of little faith… Sure enough, a guy on the side of the road started hissing at us. He’s a shoe repairman. He fixed it right up and it lasted the rest of the weekend! After that, we waited a good hour before one finally came. Of course we can’t form a civilized line and get on in an orderly fashion…everyone pushes and shoves and fights their way on. That’s always fun.
On our way, we made it a little game to take pictures of all the sayings on the back of the taxis and tro tros. I have a project to put together using them when I get home. Makes the drive go faster, too. After a long ride to Takoradi, we grabbed a taxi to Busua. We arrived in the town welcomed by a very small town atmosphere and our choice of a few reputable hostels. We checked in to Dadson’s and headed to the Black Star Surf Shop right next door on the beach. We spent the next three days and two nights being absolute bums. We walked the beach and the town and met a lot of the locals. We met Daniel the Pancake Man, and Frank the Juice Man as well as Frank the Bag Man (which are two separate people). The community reminded me of Pixar's movie, Cars. We were invited to the African Rainbow later that night. It’s a rooftop bar where everyone goes to hang out. Live music and a view of the town and ocean…you can’t get much better. We met some Germans and a guy that everyone knows as “Mr. Bright” from England who has started a surf school right on the beach. The next day brought a suntan, street food, swimming, and sleeping…a beach fire and relaxation. Yaw, a local guy, took us on a walk up the beach and a hike through the jungle up to a lookout point. A Canadian guy built his house up a hill that overlooks all of Busua and the beach. Gorgeous sunset view. Don’t worry, we caught a few crabs on the way up along the beach.
There’s nothing like standing in the ocean and seeing forever. The feeling that I can pick up my beer and walk 20 yards and I am in the ocean is something that I’ll miss greatly upon my return to the states. My peer adviser was right in saying that, “…you’ll have plenty of time to figure out whatever you need to figure out.” There’s something about that ocean view that un-sticks my mind.
I beat Yaw in his own game the next morning. Oware is the Ghanaian version of Mancala. He quit before I could beat him too badly. Natalie and I went swimming again in the ocean. It’s sort of fun to get rocked by the huge waves for a bit. Knocks the ego back down from earlier being inflated by Ghanaian men. Namely one who started telling me that, “Any reasonable person would pick you out of a crowd. Miriam, wow. I love blondes. You are the most beautiful white girl I’ve seen in a long time.” Thanks dude. Anyway… we got a little too far out of our depth. I got a little freaked out while swimming back in and getting crashed on a few times. One wave almost got me. It caught up to me and knocked me under before I could take a breath. Just when I thought I wasn’t going to make it, I broke through the surface. Feeling quite relieved and a little shaken, I threw my hair out of my face and put my feet down…I touched land. It got shallow that fast. Safe and sound, we got ready to depart to Accra.
Yaw came with us back to the city. He decided to play nice guy and after my insisting I really didn’t want octopus off the street, got me some. I ate it. I’m still alive. Just another day in Ghana. On the bus on the way home, for a good two hours, a guy preached at us in Twi. I put my headphones in. Then they played two lovely Ghanaian films. Just awful quality, but pretty entertaining.
I have an exam on Saturday at 7:30 am. Wish me luck! I just realized my lecturer never covered half of the things on my syllabus…could be interesting! It stormed last night, but the sun is coming out now. I best be on with my day.