Labati Beach on boxing day

Today we went to the beach.

It is very popular to go to the beach the day after Christmas, another holiday, boxing day.

The beach started out looking normal, kids playing in the sand, chairs and umbrellas, waves.

Then about ten thousand people showed up.

No joke. I've never seen so many people on one beach. The water was standing room only, and there was a bit of an undertoe, so it was fairly common to get bumped. The ratio of males to females seemed to be about 4 to 1. Picture the big E or some state fair. Now put it on a beach. There you have Labati beach.

There were many vendors and musicians roaming around, asking if we wanted to buy anything: t-shirts, jewelery, Pringles, African masks, or book marks. A delicious snack we bought was something I don't usually think of on the beach:

hard boiled egg (with some spicy sauce on top).

Not to mention there were horses that you could get on and the guide would let you ride for a few minutes. Desmond, a friend of Akwasi's from Illinois, came with his niece, who got on. She looked pretty scared.

While most of the women were wearing bathing suits, most of the men were in underwear. Some were fully clothed, I even saw a guy with his sneakers on, and Adwoa told me most people don't know how to swim.

There was one lifeguard with a loud wistle, and a batton, who attempted to contain everyone into a certain region, where preumable the undertoe wasn't as bad. Andrea and I made the mistake of being on the outskirts and we got majorly wislted at. Lots of guys were kind enough to offer "help" swimming. I told them I'd be alright.