One of the main things I miss about living in Newcastle is the beach. I don’t just miss swimming in the ocean, Friday night fish and chips on the beach, watching the kids play in the sand, throwing the ball for the dogs on the dog beach (I miss this more than I care to admit); but the physical presence of the ocean. Being able to drive home along the coast road which links the beaches of Newcastle. A stormy day or clear, I never tire of the view.
We knew a trip to the beach in Ghana would be different. Not the beloved Pacific, but the Atlantic. The Atlantic at the equator. And the activities on a Ghanaian beach, well, as you would expect, just much, much more…of everything. Slightly chaotic, a bit dirty, always loud, and most of all, festive. Horserides, quad bike rides, games of football which take dominance over whoever is standing on the shore, the ubiquitous black plastic bags, paintings and carvings for the tourists, beach bars with distorted sound systems which blur into a wall of high-life beat between them, drummers (and weirdly a guy playing a flute with his nostrils). And everywhere, people, wearing swimmers, shorts and t-shirts, even pyjamas, all enjoying the water.
Here is a video of a walk down a Ghanaian beach. [Email subscribers click the image].
While Jock, with his yellow hair, got his usual dose of photo requests, and the girls suffered concerns that they really couldn’t swim in deep water (here is not a nation of swimmers), we had a good time. And that’s what the beach is about really, it’s the great equaliser. Everyone is just there to enjoy themselves.