“It’s DJ Shocker!” someone shouts, pointing towards the stage, where a
young man is standing behind a rented 1990s desktop computer flanked by
two gigantic palm trees. “You gotta listen to this guy,” I’m told.
“He’s a local electrician.”
It’s Saturday night in Busua, Ghana,
and I’m dancing in the jungle to the high-octane shuffle of west
African dancehall. It’s the first evening of my surfing holiday in the
small coastal village but with the Easter celebrations in full flow,
it’s impossible not to get sucked into what I can only describe as
Ghanaian Spring Break. Besides, with most of the village – surfers
included – fully preoccupied with the party, it was always going to be a
case of dance first, surf later.
No surprise, then, that the surfing competition due to take place the
following morning starts a little – well, a lot – later than planned.
Making my way down to the beach, head still fuzzy from tropical punch
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