Supposedly there's lots of elephants and jaguars down below. The ladies insisted that they heard a jaguar roar, but I think it might have been Om. He later confided in me that he saw a lion named "Rawwr-Om" while we were out walking in the bush.
Leaving the forest, we traveled to a crocodile pond to check out a few of these fellahs:
Here's Om taunting one:
Here's Marina's reflection, swimming with one:
And here's a lizard, imitating one:
Om's parents are filmmakers from Vancouver, and his father is in Ghana to make a film about HIV/Aids on contract. As often happens when you meet other travelers on the road, Marina and I's plans for the weekend took a sudden turn when Om's mom mentioned a surf beach and Ghana's only surf shop that were only a few hours by tro-tro from Cape Coast. Blessed with a future wife who is ever-accommodating to my obsession with surfing, I was on my way that very afternoon.
Busua beach is a beautiful spot.
I'd tried renting a surfboard once near Accra. I found one board that was so cracked and water logged that I could have molded it into different shapes. I wasn't willing to be the poor sucker who loaded the last straw (or stringbean) on its back, so I took a pass. In Busua, there were a variety of boards to choose from, and many were in good shape.
I picked one out, and paddled out into lonely surf, enjoying these waves all to myself.
Oh, except for the company of these naked dudes:
We enjoyed our time in Busua so much that we extended the trip and stayed a couple of extra days. Our host family and friends from Achiase started calling, wondering if we were ever going to return. It was great to receive such a warm welcome when we eventually did.
-Davis
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man that wave looks awsome
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