Exploring the Beach

We got up early Sunday morning (always early in Ghana) and saw all these people up and down the beach.  It was like 6:30 am drinking tea and what are these people doing.  Got my camera and realized they were pulling rope.  So we ate breakfast, met the owner Hugh.  He was born in Africa, schooled in England and then came back to a less pressured life.  He was so burned from entertaining a family on the beach the day before from Holland.  They seemed to have had a good stay.

So we walk around the lagoon and to getto  the beach side.  There were large amount of people working the nets to drag in shrimp, fish, crabs, and lots of “rubbers” and trash.

If you look close the shrimp are so small, the white fish looks like something we would have in a fish tank at home-so flat- and then the trash.

 

They work so hard to get the nets in:

 

                                It Takes the whole family to go through the catch to see what they can take home.  This happens every morning.

Worried about how hard they were working and when I saw a small girl eat one of the flat fish I figured I should help.  So I threw down my stuff and got in line.  Not easy work but not as bad as I thought since there were so many people and….well the net was not full yet!!!

 

Had a safe trip back to Accra then another story unfolded.  I am always telling you how wonder the Ghanaian people are.  I was on a trois going to bus station to go home to Bolga.  Supposedly a 3 or 4 pm bus.  I was in very new territory of Accra and a young man on the trois said he was going to circle and he would walk with me.  He took my bags even though I protested and he got us another trois.  We went to circle and got off together.  We walked to station no bus.  I am going great now what.  He said STC station was a little further if I wanted to walk.  It was either that or find a hotel for the night so I walked with him and he got me a seat on the bus.  He waited for me to get on.  I turned to give him a little money for his trouble and he refused. He said you are here to help my country.  He did ask for my phone number.  I hate giving out my number because Ghanaians call all the time to greet, but he had been so nice I hated to say no.  He called me about half way through trip to check on me and then called the next morning to make sure I was okay.  Wow!!! The people are so kind.

In village again with a great package from home, washing done and hung up, taken pictures of ladies paying back their weekly amount for the loan they all took out and going to Bolga to meet another PCV coming to work in the Upper East.  Until next time.