Kokrobite Beach

This photo possibly sums up the feeling of spending 1.5 weeks in a warm country's dusty classrooms only to hop into a mini bus after school, drive an hour through Ghana's biggest city, turn off the 'motorway', follow the coast and end up at 'Big Milly's Backyard', a low-key backpackers' bungalow residence reminiscent of those in Thailand:

I don't like small children but i'm in love with this one. Also in love with everything this beach is about. It's kind of hard to explain because the beach in Ghana is definitely not something people celebrate.  At least not in the same way as the rest of the Western world.  In Cape Coast, men combed the beach panning for gold and pushing each other into the waves as some form of friendly mock torture.  In Accra, derelict car parks sit next to beautiful old buildings that both line the beach but no one's paying it any mind.  Developed beach resorts were few and far between.  And the few 'beach resorts' were more restaurants-with-golfing-with-beautiful-rooms.  Not an umbrella to been seen. No sun loungers.  And white sand stretching endlessly in both directions. 

So 'Big Milly's' was a hidden gem of a delight.  The road leading to it was unpaved and potholed.  That was no big deal other than the fact that Clement, our safe and dependable van driver, had to drop us at the end of the road. And as we walked through the road becoming increasingly filled with sand, we reached some gates and the bungalows and bar came into view.  Little huts and a bar and a suspended bungalow and a restaurant with a sand flood.  And little stalls. And then the beach unfolded: 

Two hours wasn't enough.  Which is why we went back two days later and spent our last Ghanaian hours on Kokrobite Beach.