13.09.2008 - 14.09.2008 -17 °C
The next day (13. sep.) we set off from Accra by tro-tro (the small local busses which seem to be held together by duck tape) and headed further west along the coast until we reached Cape Coast, where we lodged in at a nice beach resort right next to the most well preserved slave fort on the Ghanian coast.
Sune, being all excited over the prospect of throwing himself into the huge waves that could be seen right outside the windows of the bungalow, immediately headed for the water. However, on the beach he was stopped in his tracks, partly by a group of children surrounding him with the ever-so charming sentence "Give me money!" and partly by the large amounts of trash on the beach, originating from the huge waste dump that the locals had placed right next to the resort, so that the waves could gradually eat away the trash (the fact that the trash would eventually be washed up all over the rest of the beach seemed to be of minor concern). So no swimming that day, but we got to see a very nice and intimate acrobatics show performed by some local rasta-guys and enjoy a chilled local beer.