After a long journey nothing is more pleasant than a good shower, doing some laundry and… a day at the beach to relax!
I had scrubbed of the layer of red dust gathered during the bus ride. Laundry had been done, so now it was time to return to Lomé for some quiet time at the beach.
If only it weren’t that we were still in Aneho and lots of other options surfaced. We could still attend a bit of the last festival day, go for a nice cup of tea at the ocean side hotel, buy fish with the local fishermen, visit a nearby village, spend some more time with the family and enjoy local life to the fullest.
Sure enough we ended up doing all of the above and some more and by the time we left Aneho several afternoon hours had already passed by.
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Even though Romy – our driver – is convinced it is impossible to make it all the way to Lomé via the coastal road, he is willing to give it a try.
The late afternoon sun ads beautiful pastel colors to the environment, waves hit the beach, we pass traditional fishermen’s villages, their courtyards being closed with fences made out of palm tree leaves. Entire families are working together to land the day’s catch. The views are stunning.
Parts of the road have been washed away by the sea. The trail gets smaller and smaller. Romy finds his way around the obstacles and bravely continues. Just until… the car comes to a standstill in the loose sand.
While dusk arrives, Romy frees the car from the sand with the help of a bunch of locals.
After having been stranded at the beach, we finally made it to the beach for a dip in the ocean a week later, and thoroughly enjoyed it!