Monday, March 26, 2007

Bojo, Bojo, Bojo...

We had possibly the most relaxing weekend in history. Early on Saturday morning, I met with Kevin, Amanda (a new American chick in the same home-stay as Kevin) and Joanne (a Canadian chick Kevin and I work with at WAAF) to head to Bojo. Bojo Beach Resort seems to be the most awesome place in Ghana that is not listed in a guide book. Joanne heard about it through the grapevine, and, as this is her last weekend in Ghana, she decided we should all get there and relax!

Sidenote: walking through the market to the trotro station was amazing, and possibly slightly scary. As in all markets, everyone was hissing at us to buy their goods, there was a man with the loudest speakers possible shouting about Jesus, and finally there were many interesting treats for a bed-time snack, including pig’s feet and ears and dried fish, sitting on tables in the open air. Mmmm.

At Bojo, we were taken by canoe across to an island covered with white sand and
shady huts. It stretched on for ages, so we had peace and quiet even once more people turned up. We sat on chairs under a shady umbrella, and we also hired beds so we could lay in the sun. The place is simply amazing. You’re sitting on this beautiful beach, watching boats and people go by, and you get food and drinks brought to you on the sand. It was fantastic. There was even a good mix of Ghanaians and tourists, so it wasn’t a major tourist trap. The riptides in the ocean all along the coast of Ghana are incredibly strong. I’ve never felt anything like that before, and I can now understand why my host dad always begs me not to go in the ocean.

After 4 hours of relaxing, drinking, eating and burning, Kevin, Amanda and I headed on to Kokrobite, while Joanne headed back to Accra. At Kokrobite, we stayed at a cool hotel for too much money. At least we got a personal bathroom! We had wanted to stay at Big Milly’s Backyard, possibly the coolest backpacker’s place in Ghana, but the only option they had for us was sleeping in the open loft under a mosquito net. After
we had settled into our room at the other place, we headed to Milly’s for drinks and dinner. We ordered our food at 5:50 and got it at about 8. This is usually the case, unfortunately! I think our favourite thing about Big Milly’s was the food. For dinner I ate a vegetable curry with rice and salad, and for breakfast the next morning I ate banana pancake, cinnamon toast, a cheese and tomato omelette, tea and FRESH pineapple juice. I’m sure you’re all reading that thinking, yeah it sounds good but so what, but all 3 of us were in absolute heaven. Since I arrived in Ghana, every morning’s breakfast has been bread, egg, tea and water, so you can imagine that a bit of excitement goes a long way!

Since we were in Kokrobite on a Saturday night, Big Milly’s had a live reggae band. They were really good, and it’s always awesome watching Ghanaians dancing! We sat in some chairs near the bar, drinking
some cheap booze, bitching about the white girl flaunting herself in her short dress to all the Ghanaians, listening to groovy music and doing some people-watching. It was a very pleasant night for all involved.





  1. Me, Joanne, Kevin - the strip of white sand right at the back in the Bojo Beach Resort
  2. Rather a romantic picture
  3. Joanne, Amanda, Kevin
  4. Reeling in the catch
  5. Us in our hotel, Kokrobite. We had 3 beds side-by-side!
  6. Fresh PJ
  7. Hilarious warning near the beach
  8. And then we remembered we were in Ghana..

4 comments:

Tobias said...

1st poster once again! yeh yeh :)

The island retreat sounds totally awesome, especially the parts about food, oh how i like food!!

Nana Gabe said...

Iread it first I just chose to let you comment first. We can relate to the eating and drinking on the beach . Cuba was like that. Now you know that it all about the journey not the destination that makes life a challenge in other parts of the world

Frankie. said...

hey! your phone sucks!! where's the photos ey cuz? see i'm turning, slowly but surely, into a kiwi..

here here with the 'it's the journey not the destination' comment: i was drunk the other morning and had to drive to work..

sounds like the rips are getting quite bad all over the world, especially the one developing in my shorts - NOT THE SHORTS..NOOOOOO!!!

are you sure you're not considering converting to religion at all?

Julie's back home.... but had a fantastic time... said...

i dunno lee.. that breakfast even sounds mighty good to me here at home :).. let alone if i was normally having bread and water every morning!