The Bojo Beach Experience

Almost an hours drive to the west of Accra, a whole 15 GhC  allowed me into a little piece of paradise. Upon entering the resort gate we begin our journey with a short walk across a white foot bridge, with plenty of small fish and crabs scuttling across the wet sand below. The bridge ends at a pebble covered pathway, nestled between luxurious palm trees, and leading us to a boat dock just past the resort. The escape to Bojo Beach is marked with a canoe ride across a calm canal. Emerging from the swaying boat, our toes enjoy the warming comfort of the white soft sand. This peaceful, private gem is scattered with thatched umbrella-topped tables, complimented by wooden chairs. A security guard patrolling the island makes it feel safe and secure enough to leave our belonging on shore so we can take a dip in the ocean. The ocean licks the beach with its white foaming waves. Enjoying the salty water escape from the beaming sun is a treat unto itself. The water remains shallow for quite a distance. Wading out to my waist, the shoreline becomes a far sight, and the waves curl strongly against my back. With the undercurrent gaining its strength, we decide it is time to enjoy some local fare at the beach-side restaurant. Filling our stomachs with the delectable taste of chicken and rice, before returning to our sandy escape and laying in the sun.

At Bojo Beach we hear a tale of a popular hip hop artist named ‘Castro’ that went boating with a lady and was never heard from or seen again. This mystery was a big reason for the locals timidness in the water, too fearful to wade or swim too far into the ocean. Their fears of the tide taking them out to sea were in part validated by the strong undercurrent, encouraging us to go further than we cared to. The feeling of the beach is of a relaxed, peaceful nature. Tourists and locals alike were frolicking in the tidal waves or spread among the sand to let the sun’s rays darken their skin. In contrast to the safety and serenity of Bojo Beach, and located the opposite direction from the capital city of Accra, is the not-to-be-forgotten Boti Falls. Where visitors are welcomed into the land of elusive beauty, and our imagination is caressed by the wonder of what might lie beyond the next turn. Boti Falls rounds out an exploration of some of the most exquisite natural beauty around Accra, Ghana. Pleasing the soul and the timid adventurer in us all.

Please refer to my Boti Falls post for a glimpse into our hike to the falls.

Autumn in the country

14114902_10157360386535274_2826204754260214935_oWet grass pads my feet as I look out into the countryside. Silence momentarily fills the air, there is no wind rustling the grass or the trees. Tails begin to flick, whipping at the pestering flies feasting on the horses’ coats. The field beside our little white house is home to an array of beautiful stallions and quarter horses. Colours ranging from browns, reds, grays, to a black and white painted breed. Each a stark contrast to the fields of green grass they are feasting on. Above a black crow flying past calls out to alert others of his presence. His calls echoing through the surrounding hills and into the valley below. As I breathe in, a moist cool air fills my lungs. It’s a peaceful autumn morning up on the hillside. The cloud covered sky refusing to allow the sun it’s glory of peaking through. Choosing instead to tease us with a sprinkle of rain. A toad lets out a deep bellowing call in the distance, enjoying his taste of the skies watery treat. Slowly the forest covering the hills begins to stir awake. Birds hidden in the woods begin to chirp and sing to one another in a calming chorus. The Mariah wind begins to speak her peace to the trees. Whispering sweet nothings and letting us know that it is time to start the day. In agreeance, I can hear the cattle begin their morning talks, mooing in the neighbor’s field. Deer emerge from the treeline, prancing coyly in search of their favourite meal. Mother Earth has agreed to share her spoils with them today, as I see them settle in a patch of alfalfa. With the white-tailed deer enjoying their breakfast feast, I decide it is time to retreat and let the animals eat and start their day in peace.