The last Sunday

We start our last Sunday in Ghana Sitting on our bus, listening to one of the radio DJs explain how "Impossible" is just someone else's opinion. There is a lot of those sorts of messages over here, the whole country seems to be propping one another up to succeed and reach for more.

Our first stop this morning is James Town, the original port of Ghana built by the British, and today the poorest part of Accra. The group wanted to do a tour, but the locals were not pleased to see us, or have photos taken. I'll upload some photos from my iPhone once I get a chance. James Town is a fishing village today, but our guide advised the residents do not pay anything to the government, this town is a free home for anyone who wants to live here. Inside the village, a micro economy is at work, residents swapping or purchasing ocean catches from one another, and vegetables and condiments. On more than a few occasions a resident would call out to us with an unpleasant expression on their face, and our guide yelled back something followed by "Pretend to be nice"! Instantly, frowns turned to smiles and waves of hello. I was wondering what the reception would be like without our guide, and the guide's assistant following us from behind - was that just to ensure we didn't get lost, or was it for our protection?



Independence Square, Ghana became Independent from Britain in 1957:






Ghana sports stadium:


Ghana football stadium, seats 45,000 spectators:







Last stop for Sunday, Bojo beach, where half the fun is getting there. Our bus bounced, and rolled, and heaved and sighed on the unmade road to get there. It was worth it and the 8 cedi's to enter Bojo Resort, where we will take a canoe across to the beach island, and spend a glorious afternoon in the sun and calm sea. Sunday afternoon's don't come much better than this.















- Keep on Rockin'. Dwight.

Location:Castle Rd,Accra,Ghana