This is Big Milly's Back Yard, the dining area. Behind Brian, off the picture to the left is the Atlantic.
Again, Big Milly's. With Marshal, an amazing man who runs things there, speaks many languages, played pro football (soccer), freind.
Milly's at night with Peace Corps Guinea volunteers Will and Dee over by the ping pong table. Sitting under the shade of the thatch in the background, you could take in all, but not be seen.
The beach looking West from Big Milly's.
Looking East (toward the monkey sanctuary and Accra)
On the beach, Rasta Mike made the world's best omlette's where the bread magically melded with the egg. These white picinic tables were there -- slightly tilted to hurt your back, starkly patterned. And the omnipresent Coke a Cola Corporation.
Rasta Mike also sold bags of water. "Optically Disinfectation" some would say. Cheaper than the bottles.
Brian must have turned around 180 degrees after taking the photo of me with the water bags to take this view of the Big Milly's beach entrance and dining area. . .
. . . And then followed me just inside. You can see the bar, the ping pong table, and the "dorm" sleeping area on the very left.
Mia!!! I got to spend tons of time with Mia and her fiancee Jason (not Jason Chance, another Jay) both at Big Milly's and when we moved into the Passion Challet. BTW their wedding is planned for halloween in Vegas. Of course by Elvis! They were fascinating people with never ending hysterical stories.
Just this one more item to be repaired on the moto's and then we are prepared for a lifetime of care free motoring. hehehe.
Big Milly's by one of the showers and wells. The shower is actually a bucket bath. And the water actually comes from a truck.
Typical roads.
Cape Coast
In a National Park north of Cape Coast, there is this Canopy Walk!!!
And then the shifter lever broke of. Again. Welding it back on becomes the only option so that next time you need to take the engine apart (Volta Region) you have to weld it off.
That's all for now. . . Much Love, Benjamin.