Kokrobite

This weekend I went and stayed at a beach resort called Big Milly's, at Kokrobite beach. It is a fairly touristy place, but doesn't give that gross feeling of being somewhere that was made for tourists.

We played football on the beach (my first time), swam in the ocean, and ate fried rice from a rasta man in a little wooden shack. Then I layed on the beach and read my book for a little while, listening to the waves crashing in. This kind of relaxation time has been less common than I hoped for. I am almost as busy here as I am in Canada.

At night, it was Reggae night and there was a live band playing really, really good reggae. I was so tired a felt drunk, which meant I didn't have to drink anything all night! I danced with a girl name Akosie, who grew up in Nigeria and had a great time teaching me how to dance to reggae music. I learned a lot actually, and she was super fun. I am still really bad a grinding...I am doubtful that will ever change.

I was hoping to go to bed at around 12, so I could wake up and watch the sunrise over the ocean. My bed, though, was right behind the band. No sleep for me. I was actually thankful, though, because the night was so enjoyable and it poured rain in the morning anyway.

At around 2:30am, I got hungry and so I went to buy some friend yam (imagine yam fries only about 5 times as thick). There group of guys hanging around the shop started talking with me and we ended up eating three bowls of yam fries. The poor woman making them for us looked so frustrated, because she kept having to make more and more as we stood there eating. They guys were so relaxed and it was so fun, probably the best part of the night. It was like making a Mcdonalds in Canada late at night after you have been drinking. It is just the best time to laugh, and the food tastes so much better than it actually is.

As we were eating the yam, a giant thunder and lightning storm started out over the ocean. It was so beautiful and scary to watch the intensity of that storm, and the waves became at least twice the size they were earlier. We went for a long walk along the beach, talking and watching the lightning. A dog followed us the whole way, occasionally wanting to play with our feet.

I woke up in the morning to gail-force winds and rain that felt like hail. I just stayed in bed and watched other people running around in it, enjoying the feeling. It was so fresh after it stopped, and everything was new and wet. It was a really nice way to end the weekend, and I got to see palm trees blowing like in a hurricane!

I met a really nice man named Eddy, who took me to eat Banku in the village we were near. He is a school teacher and told me that I could find a place in the village to live for two months and a school to teach at in June and July if that was how I wanted to spend that time. It is neat to think about. Living in a small village, close to Accra, on the beach, teaching at a primary school. Once in a lifetime experience. Anyway, Eddy was one of the most generous and inviting Ghanaian person I have met so far, and I feel very blessed to have met him.

Oh, and as for rehearsals for the show I am in, I was casted as the lead white guy, which means I have a dance solo...