18th June 2006
Many fishing boats are lined up along the shore. Calling these boats seaworthy would be an insult to stones everyone. I was out on the beach early one morning and watched one of them come in. Two guys were trying to point the boat shoreward, while a third attempted to keep the boat afloat by frantically bailing bucket after bucket of water out of the boat. I'm sure the much maligned magicians nephew could finally find his niche in Ghana...
It's funny the things you end up missing and the things you end up treasuring. If I had a choice between a Big Mac, a porterhouse steak or a glass of ice water, I would choose the glass of ice water.
People often return to the guest house with stories of finding such mythical items as ice and cold drinks.
We spent may hours propping up the beachside bar while beer and tropical fruit cocktails were drunk.
I thought it felt a little bit touristy though. Carrie commented that she knew a African guy in the States who just lived for his drumming. I observed the drummers for a while and saw what she was saying. They were having an absolute blast. Getting paid was just an added bonus for them. I quickly removed my I-hate-being-a-tourist head out of my arse and started to enjoy the show.
I met an Africa drummer on camp who sold me one of his Compact Discs for 75,000 cedi ($NZ 12.93). His hands were amazing. They were just one big callous caused by hours upon hours of drumming.
When the dances had finished and the drummers were performing their final numbers the undoubted - and unexpected - highlight of the night came out. The highlight was the Girl in the Gray Dress who must of been all of eight years old. She performed all by herself and managed to captivate the entire crowd. Her rhythm was spot on and she knew all the moves. I went up to her afterwards and said how well she danced and gave her a big thumbs-up. She beamed a smile back at me.
Some Good Eats is Had
One of the reasons Kokrobite is so popular with the volunteers is the Italian restaurant (we met up with another five or so when we were there). The food there is so good. I had a Margarita Pizza which was mighty fine. No quite as nice as the one I had on Boracay, but delicious never-the-less.
The rain started to pelt down while we were eating, which kinda ruined the weekend for us. We had planned to sit on the beach and read books and have the occasional dip in the ocean. Instead, we ended up rushing back to camp to watch the Ghana-Czech Republic world cup soccer game.
Ghana made the world cup for the first time this year. I was stoked that I was going to in Ghana at the same time as the world cup. I plan to write all about them once their campaign has finished.
2005 and 2006 Malcolm Trevena.