And I get it! If you were raised in Redondo Beach (HEY GIGI), where the sand is white and not the color of my Rainbows after I've been caught in a storm, Belmar just doesn't cut it. But before you complain that the Jersey shore is gross, you should check out Labadi beach.
No offense to the city of Accra, but it kind of blows. It's chaotically noisy, the water is dirty and there is so little sitting area that high tide often attacks people unluckily enough to get one of the farther spots. Also, when I'm trying to read Chelsea Handler, the last thing I want to see is a guy running around with a snake and crazed look in his eyes.
Labadi's saving grace is that they allow horses on the shoreline. Venders walk around with ponies and charge a few cedis per ride. They lead the horse by a withered rope and I'm sure cantering is out of the question, but it's still a live horse. And a saddle, if you're lucky.
A market-like beach, with pushy venders and snake men--not to mention lots of competing music and dance-- is probably someone's idea of a great time. It's just not mine. I mean, I get frustrated when someone tries to talk to me on the NJ transit during my morning commute/nap. Seriously. I have my headphones it. I don't want to buy secondhand nail polish.
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