Ghana

It was August, 1974. I was standing on a bluff. Behind me was Accra, capital city of Ghana, one of sixteen countries forming Africa’s 4,000-mile western edge. Below and stretching outward to the horizon was the Atlantic Ocean.

Except the water wasn’t the expected blue. Instead, it was light brown. Not until about a mile out did the brown end and the blue begin.

Suddenly, logic was giving me mixed signals. As a tourist, my thinking was that surely the ugly, disgusting, and repulsive brown wasn’t what I thought it could be. As a traveler, I was hoping that wasn’t … Read the rest “Making A Case For Travelers”