I was on an excursion recently with a group of friends, a WangoWango escapade that took us westward to the Western Region, to visit Cape 3 Points, which is the southernmost tip of Ghana.
We drove through Dixcove, from where we went further to the coastal town of Akwadae and began a hike through bush, beach, swamps and hills under the scorching sun for the whole of two and a half hours to the tip where the light house is located.
It was a tedious but invigorating walk, and everyone was super tired by the time we got up the hill. No one even bothered to go up the light house, where you can have some spectacular views of part of the rain forest that make up part of the Western Region.
I had made an ice chest full of jollof rice, which was carried the whole journey by some youth from the town. As soon as I got up the hill, I set up a stove we took, and started to prepare a beef gravy to go with the jollof. We totalled some 45 in number, and by the time I serve the last person, those served earlier had finished their plate and were coming for refills.
I daresay my dish was so nice that they all forgot about the arduous trek they had just undergone. Come the evening, back at the Busua Beach Resort where we lodged, after the main dinner served by the hotel’s kitchen – a dinner of gourmet dishes in fish and lobsters and chicken with mash potato and rice, we set up a grill and had a barbecue of chicken and pork chops around a bonfire.
Sefa, Prisca, Danny, Teddy and the others all seemed keyed up when they begun singing their own songs and dancing to them. It was fun just watching them. Someone would start a song like: “Who let the dog out?” and the rest would respond and join in and dance until someone else raised another. This went on till midnight when I retired and left them on the beach as they talked and laughed deep into the night. The following day, we began another adventure.
It was a beautiful day and as I looked up, I saw the sky, clear and blue with palm shoots cutting through my view! It was most idyllic. In the background was the constant sound of the waves from the ocean. After breakfast, we set off on our way back to Accra. There, more frolics occurred with Samir, the fair man on the trip getting into his element and entertaining us.
It was then another five odd hours for us to be together on the bus with Twumasi and Edna and Naa and Jojo and Gyasi taking pictures, some posing, some snapping away till we got to Accra Mall and disembarked. It was yet another amazing trip and I can’t wait for the next WangoWango, which is set for sometime in April.
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