This Easter I went to Accra for a
holiday. I took a large empty bag with me, an empty belly and plain palate, and
came back a full, heavy, stocked up, happy person.
Highlights included;
- The BEACH! Even though I was swimming with plastic bags and rubbish around my legs (I think I approximated maybe 2 bags per cubic meter) it was so nice to be on the sand with some ocean breeze
- Great company
- Delicious Lebanese food (puts the 'Lebanese' restaurant in Tamale to shame)
- Thai food
- Spanish tapas - aahhhhhhh
- Italian pizza
- Good wine
- Cold beer on tap (and in one case, served in a chilled glass while I reclined on a beach chair with my feet in the sand……)
- New scenery
- Grocery shopping in supermarkets (‘super’ may be overkill here, but it was an air conditioned shop that was fully stocked and even had a deli section)
- The pool. Complete with fountains and complimentary towels, I spent some lazy sessions paddling about
- Croissants for breakfast (direct from Paris)
- Breakfast overlooking the beach
- A beer tower
Can
you see a theme here….?
Despite mum and Kat sending me an amazing
chocolate care package that arrived just before Easter (and saving it from customs
at the post office when they politely pointed out “sharing is caring”), I
forgot to bring any with me, so it was my very first chocolate-free Easter.
In Ghana Easter is a time to spend with the
family. Busy, hectic Accra was turned into a ghost town as people returned to their villages, and I was able to walk
down the main tourist street without being hassled, yelled at, asked for money,
or just chatted to. It was a strange thing, it did not feel like Accra at all.
And to complete my Ghanaian Easter, I
turned up to work 2.5 hours late on Tuesday, no sweat, and enjoyed my short
week. So the Easter Bunny did not find me, but the Ghanaian Grasscutter (think Australian Bilby) did, I
had a great holiday!
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