Bojo beach Ghana: Arguably the finest beach in Accra
We set off from our base in Nmai Dzorn and headed towards the coast to Bojo beach with some trepidation. Labadi beach, with vendors forcing thier wares down your throat, had been too much of a hustle. The Oasis and the Castle beach in Cape Coast should not qualify as a beaches. I had wanted to make sure my guests, Matt and James left the shores of Ghana with a decent experience of our beaches. I had been told that the White sands beach in Winneba enroute to Cape Coast from Accra and Bojo beach in Accra were excellent.
We procured the services of Blessing who had earlier on in the week driven us from Accra to Cape Coast to drive us to the Bojo beach. As we got closer I realised we had driven past the beach before on our way to Kokrobite. Bojo beach is located in Bortianor which happens to be the town next to Kokrobite. We had a great time at Kokrobite, watching and helping local fishermen bring in the day’s catch. The trepidation about Bojo beach began to subside as we made our way through the entry gates.
No soul could be found as we drove into the car park. A sense of serenity was strongly palpable in the air. We alighted and headed to the ticket office. I think we paid 10 GH cedis each after which we were waived towards the beach across a little wooden footbridge.
To our right was a restaurant which had a couple of interesting sculptures in its vicinity.
We headed to a pick up point and waited as a man rowing a small canoe came in to collect us to cross the small lake we needed to cross to get to the beach. Life jackets were put on and within a couple of minutes we were rowing away and towards the beach.
The water was calm and surprisingly the canoe was quite steady. It was still a relief to get to the other side though.
The first thing that caught my eye was that there were fishermen here just as we’d encountered in Kokrobite. I could see them in the distance pulling in the nets.
James and Matt headed into the water as I headed to the bar beach hut to see what food they had on offer. I was famished. I ordered beans stew and plantain or red red as its traditionally called. As I waited I could see the chef through a little cubicle busy preparing my meal presumably from scratch. Half an hour later my red red was ready.
Bojo beach was a cut above any of the beaches we had been to so far. It was a peaceful haven with white sands and the sea was just right to take a dip in. The staff at the restaurant were attentive and the food was good. We stayed until almost dusk. Towards the end we inched towards the fishermen who were close to bringing in their catch.
As has become our custom we bought some of the fish to take home to grill. It was also a pleasure to meet a Londoner called Mark. Mark had emigrated to Ghana for business and was often based in the plush American House area of East Legon. He loved Ghana and told us some fascinating stories about how he was financing the build of a community centre in Ningo Prampram in exchange for a 40 year lease on a piece of land (5 acres) he intended to use for business.