So our second Ghanian weekend took us to Big Millie's in Krokrobite beach. A beach which is about half an hour from Accra and is a known tourist destination.
Travelling there unlike travelling to the Volta Region was fairly swift we didn't have any problems. The interesting part about the journey there is when the tro-tro drops you off you have cross a slum in order to get to this over-priced tourist beach resort. You see two sides of life in the space of a quarter of a mile if not shorter. That for me was quite interesting because you see in London when there are council housing near expensive areas of land, the people in council hate the rich because why should they get to have all these things and the rich hate the council housed people because they don't understand why they are there in the first place.In Ghana however, there is mutual love and I would say appreciation for the two sides of life. The poor get on with there life and happy to talk to rich and the rich have no problem with the poor roaming about near them. There is a certain air of acceptance and I don't know yet if I think this is god or bad, are we too ambitious? I haven't figured out an answer yet.
Nevertheless, moving onto the weekend away in Krokrobite. I don't know if you've gathered with the tone of the post yet but the beach was not really for me. In terms of natural beauty after seeing the volta region I was disappointed. The sand wasn't as pure and the water was not glistening as much. But the main problem was that I was not comfortable. We spent Saturday sunbathing and reading on the beach. Apprantely a lot of crimes happen here by people dressed up as Rastas (which became clear in the night) and these men for some reason just stand around the beach staring at you and its not a nice stare like the kids in Pokuase give you! Furthermore, because of the crime levels I was not able to take many photos as on many occasions I was approached and warned about my camera getting stolen!
That night we went to Krokrobite Garden Restaurant which I have to say had absolutely delicious Italian food, I have never had ham and mushroom ravioli so fresh and yum (this is making me hungry!). Big Millie's is famous for its bar and Reggae parties which we as guests of Big Millie's were invited too. So we went to this party which had Reggae music which if I have to be honest I knew nothing about. I tried the West Africa's best Pina Colada, which I didn't like either (sorry this is so negative). They put fresh coconut and pineapple juice and mix it with African dark rum but it tasted too much like an alcoholic smoothie for me to like. At the top of this bar we had a pretty clear view of people stoned out of their heads dancing in the waterfront of the beach. Again, for someone who doesn't do drugs and can't relate to these people its not particularly comforting.
Then the party started and it became clear who were the real Rastas and who like the warning we were given were just dressed up to attract tourists. The real Rastas got into some kind of trance, saying basically Bob Marley was their God which is fair enough and the fakes stood there asking us Obrunis to sleep with them. It was actually really vulgar because one girl who has a serious relationship said no and the man kept on persisting and coming back and saying things like 'I hope your boyfriend is cheating on you, that's what you are worth' etc. Lucky for me I made sure this guy we met from Holland would not stop talking to me that way nobody would bother me! (I am a bit crafty)
I didn't stay too long at the party and at 12.30/1 left for bed. The following morning we lounged about on the beach a bit more but left pretty early as it got a bit boring and we wanted to go home and have some friend noodles, after paying so much for breakfast, lunch , dinner we decided it was time to hit home.
Wasn't such a great place but you'll find every guide book and website encouraging you to go to this beach but it wasn't for me to be honest. However, I did learn a lot including how to man up when essentially your all alone surrounded by men who want sleep with you or steel from you.
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