Well we awoke in our straw roofed hut at beachcombers Guesthouse at about six thirty to brilliant, baking sunshine. We are starting to get used to this, its like heaven. We went to the terrace for breakfast and after a while a girl came and asked us what we wanted. The choice was toast with cheese or jam, or an omelet, with tea or coffee. We were delighted to discover that the cheese on offer was that familliar classic, Laughing Cow, and as usual the tea and coffee was a do-it yourself affair whith a thermos flask of hot water amd a tea bag and coffee sachet! After breakfast we collected some reading material, the camera and the computer and wandered down to the beach for some serious chill time.

It was about 8:00 a.m. and the sun was blazing hot and we were a little dissapointed that the shore didn't look as good in the daylight as it had under the stars last night. It was covered with rubbish, plastic bags, bottles, flip-flops, and all sorts. We found some shade under the big beach hut and sat listening to the waves crashing on the beach. We took a few photos and updated the blog and read for a while. While we were sitting there a couple of guys set about raking up all the rubbish from the beach which was very good to see. They then wheeled the three or four barrow loads of assorted plastic waste they had accumulated, to a bonfire site on the beach and set fire to it where it smouldered away for the rest of the day. Which was not quite so good, and so typical of the Ghana we are getting to know and love!Also whilst we sat and chilled in the summer house we were delighted to watch a herd of pigs come wandering along the beach, with a young attendant. They were casually picking their way through the flotsam and jetsam on the shoreline. It obviously provided well for them as they were som fine fat pigs! The true Beachcombers at The Beachcomber's Guesthouse. A little later we went for a stroll down the road and found the Ramada Hotel about a hundred yards up the road. It was a very different scene to Beachcombers and we wandered in curious to find out how what night there would cost us. In the air conditioned lobby we asked a uniformed receptionist how much a duuble room would cost and were told that the best rate was 280 Cedis. A far cry from the 45 we were paying at Beachcombers so we made a tactfull withdrawl and strolled back to our adequate accomodation down the road.

At about half twelve we went to Osu the main shopping area of Accra and had a wander around what was now familliar teritory. Even some of the street traders remembered us from a fortnight ago. We had a sandwich for lunch at the Penta Hotel on Oxford Street, then went down to the big Internet Cafe which I refered to earlier. Later in the afternoon we stumbled across Ryan's Irish Bar, and as we thought it would be rude to walk past we went in and sat in air conditioned comfort for a couple of very expencive Draught Stars, and very nice it was too. As it started to get dark we searched for a restaurant called El Goucho, which had a very good write-up in our trusty Bradt Guide, but could not find it. We found the exact location on the map, and sure enough it was the right building, but there was a new restaurant there, I can't for the life of me remember what it was called but it had a Spanish theme and we enjoyed a delicious meal. The owner was very attentive and lit citronella candles for us and offered a mosquito spray as we had chosen to sit on the veranda.

We worked our way back to the Penta where we had arranged to met Joseph, our tame taxi driver, and we had just enough time for another beer before he arrived.

On the ride back to Beachcombers the heavens opened. There was a mini hurricane and the rain came down in torrents. When we got back there had been a power cut and the bar had closed, so with a torch from the security guard we headed for bed at about 9:00p.m.