surfing, running life and stories

Yesterday was Independence Day. 51 years ago, Ghana peacefully and smoothly eased out of the British Empire. 51 Years later thousands of young Ghanians were on the narrow strip of beach in Accra , frollicking African style in the grey, warm seas. Throngs of noisy, clothed people throwing themselves en masse into the water. Criss-crossing soccer matches, litter and noise. The pavements here are interesting, they have been ripped up to be redone, but then forgotten about, so they are these trenches with open cess pits and wires emerging. Everywhere men and women are selling...all imported crap-whatever you can imagine, but all cheap copies and repetitive.