Ghana: Second visit to Kokrabite
25/09/2013 13:54This place is just awesome, I'm not even sure I can do it justice with my clumsy words.
AND not feeling rough as a badger's arse helped a LOT!
The 5 hour drive was much better this time, being that we were in a much more comfortable tro tro and there were only 8 of us (as opposed to 13 last time) so we had plenty of room to stretch out. I hung my head out the window like a dog all the way there and all the way back, I just cannot get enough of looking out at this country, it's just so bizzare. The things you see people selling at the side of the road (ie. every item imaginable and some you've never even imagined), the constant waving and shouted greetings as we pass and the strangeness of the roadsigns are more than enough to keep me entertained for hours on end.
We secured the 'treehouse' table in the complex on Friday night, so called because it's a round table with a wooden canopy sitting up some rickety stairs and has a great view of the dancefloor on one side and the beach on the other. We soon had a cracking game of Ring of Fire underway when a random American dude passed on the steps and asked if he and his friends could join us, naturally we said yes welcome, come on in, and then about a hundred rowdy Americans descended on us and proceeded to be all shouty and American until they really started to annoy us. Part way through a game of Never have I ever (which as you know, always leads to some kind of drama...!) one of them who we'd quickly named 'Steroid' started having a go at one of our number because he misheard something she'd said and then chaos ensued. Some personal insults were thrown and returned, offense was taken and the atmosphere became distinctly uncomfortable. At which point we decided on a change of scenery and hit the dancefloor.
The Saturday night was again Reggae night, and the moment the band started playing Peter Andre's 'Mysterious Girl' we all went mental and threw ourselves into the melee with careless/ drunken abandon. The locals were loving our antics, no doubt because of how truly ridiculous we looked in our attempts to find some rhythm. Some attention was more welcome than others, the rasta guys who tried to dance with us and teach us some moves were awesome, but there were more than just a few who took it too far and went in for the grope over and over. These people are weird to be honest, they find it difficult to understand WHY a white girl would not want to be the subject of his groping, and when you ask them to back off they often get defensive and offended, which in turn pissed me off, and by midnight we all just wanted to stick together in our group rather than being pawed over left right and centre.
The evening ended with Dan and both Megan's having a casual dip in the sea to cool off (and avoid the pervs), so that was nice.
The next day I bought some souvenirs, a bangle, a painting and a throw made of patchwork African materials which is dead pretty. I'm going to have to throw away some clothes to be able to pack it all.
The beach is ok at Kokrabite, but there's a fair bit of crap laying around - water bottles and wrapper and such. I had a paddle on Sunday and as the wave went out I thought my foot was being attacked by some rogue African sea creature, but it turned out to be an old sock.