Ezile Bay

We got up quite early that morning, as one does in a tent, and had some breakfast. By the tile we had got around to sorting the bill out, and waiting for one of the guys to get back to us about Black Mamba in Busua (we'd asked him to phone for us and confirm our booking), the sun was already pretty warm.

We got all our gear together and hiked it the kilometre or so round the beach and through the fishing village, seeing a man go to the toilet in some boulders near the sea. Not a number one. Wouldn't be swimming there! We made it to Ezile bay for a late breakfast of French toast and a big mug of tea, before we checked into our small, self-contained beach huts only a few metres from the beach, surrounded by palm trees. Excellent!

The rest of these days was spent on the beach or in the sea, where the waves weren't as powerful as round the coast. This made swimming and bodyboardig much easier. Eventually found something I'm good at! There were a few rocks underfoot, but it didn't matter too much as the whole beach was pretty much ours. Our own personal resort. Well shared with Dennis and his puppy, who was, as with all African pets, the cutest little thing. The other dog there didn't make too many friends, especially with Kez, as he bounded onto her beach towel again and again!

Apart from beach time, the only other thing that happened was that Barney and me took a walk round towards Cape Three Points, a place that the two Aussies from Molè had talked about, but unfortunately we didn't have time to visit. We wandered in that direction one afternoon and saw a few abandoned buildings along the forest path. Then, a few bays across, we arrived at a village right on the beach. The kids were all playing on the sand and the fishermen were fixing nets on their boats. We got chatting to one guy, who worked at a resort a few miles past ours, and he explained that the path went on for a long way. Turning back we had a following of kids, who I tried to impress with some truly pathetic handstands.

When we got back, a lady called Danielle introduced herself to us. She owned Busua Inn, back in town, and me and Dree had asked her about rooms a few days before. She asked us where we were going to stay, and we mentioned Black Mamba. She said it wasn't open and asked if it was a Rasta who was looking after one hut. It turns out the place we had booked was called Stone Village and her only advice to us was to "Keep your eyes open, and your wallet closed". Great!

That night Dennis was out and we ordered the normal chicken and plantains. This time the plantains came out boiled, not fried.... We decided to head back to GTB for dinner the next evening. Also for cocktails! Tell you something though, it's nice to fall asleep listening to the sounds of the waves and then get up for a morning swim before breakfast. A bit romantic I know, but what a life!