Bojo beach, Accra, Jan 27, 2019

Blogpost for January 27, 2019

After waking up in Accra at the Pink Hostel, we had a lovely breakfast of bread, hard-boiled eggs, fresh pineapple and mango, and a phenomenal potato dish prepared by the hostel. Those staying at The Guest House had  omelettes, fresh fruit, and toast for breakfast. 

Following breakfast, the majority of us took advantage of the beautiful day and put on our swimsuits to head to the top-rated beach in Accra, the Bojo beach. 

By midday, we arrived at the Bojo Beach Resort where we were taken by boat to a small island-beach where we were to spend the day. 

Immediately upon arrival, we rushed towards the ocean where we were met by the pleasant water and enjoyable waves to bodysurf and cool off from the beating Ghanaian sun. 

After our ocean needs were met, we ordered a lunch of beef, chicken, and lamb kebabs, French fries, and meat pies. Though the food took an ungodly amount of time to arrive to our thatched-roof escape from the sun, it gave us an opportunity to explore the beach, watch a dozen local fishermen haul a fish net from the waves, boost our melanin, enjoy hearty conversation, and read books.

When our food finally arrived, we feasted quickly so that we could soon return to our beachly-activities. We then reclaimed our position among the waves and reveled in the luxury of the phenomenal scenery.

After a great deal of coercion, the group finally convinced Kwabena, our driver, to rise from his nap in the sand and take to the water where he ultimately frolicked and splashed for over an hour. 

The time spent at the beach was an excellent way to spend our free day and we were incredibly grateful for the opportunity to sit back and relax for the afternoon.

For dinner, we returned to the Pink Hostel where we ate a beautiful meal of grilled chicken, rice with spicy green pepper sauce, and vegetable stew. 

Our first day in Accra was incredible after spending two days traveling from the Northern Region of Ghana all the way to the southern coast. We are looking forward to the remainder of our time in Accra but the looming knowledge that our time here is growing smaller every minute weighs heavy on our hearts. 

Ty, Zeeba, Ben, and Katie