Monday, July 11, 2011
Lake Bosumtwi
Refreshing, sun-blocked, some-earth-some-grass glade. Running round a terra cotta, waking lake. Far flung from where most of you (ad)venture. Swimmers tumble rough in the eddy, while dancers bop and bump around the plank-wood stage. The bush-meat pepper-soup bubbles in a cauldron under a mahogany tree, not five feet from the palm-wine ‘pulpit’. Huddled close are fish and rice and loads of fantasy foods. Holidaying here is far lovelier than Accra.
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I guess if it ain't in Accra, it ain't happening. That must be what people think.
ReplyDeleteI keep having this exact same dream... except my alarm goes off, and I wake up salivating over the pepper soup and palm-wine I almost had... alas! More pluses with the beach, i'm ranking it high on my holiday destination list!
ReplyDeletethe well-deserved rest you need.
ReplyDeleteFar from the mall.....fantastic. Attractive!
ReplyDeleteYa knowwwww........
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