Now, I pretty much refuse to go to the beach in Accra due to the high level of pollution. I have never seen so much plastic surfing in on waves in my entire life. In fact, if I didnt know any better, I would think plastic is made in the ocean in Accra. I also definitely think its possible to drown, even on the shore here- all it takes is an unfortunate attack of plastic bags. I imagine it being like the bird that gets caught in the six pack ring- scary thought, at least for me.
So I personally hike about an hour outside of Accra to go to Krokroibte- also known as the rasta beach. Although some of you may think you know my reason for choosing the spot you are wrong. I go there because its free, uncrowded and unpolluted. The only downfall is the trip there. If you take a taxi it is 20 cedis if you trotro its 1 cedi- of course, I tro-trod, which was great for my wallet but not my wardrobe choice.
|Perfect for the beach, but not the trotro|
Fortunately, it made the men very enthusiastic to make sure I got off at the right stop. I have a funny feeling though, that they were looking forward to the finale.
Until the Next Time. Smooches.