This could very well be paradise

After hearing of bike trails not too far from Legon, Corbett, Meagan, Ric, and I decided to check it out. After two trotro rides we reached the bike rental place which was more of a house than anything. There was this room filled with mountain bikes and a huge map posted on the wall outlining all the trails, and there were tons. Bikes are 5 cedis an hour to rent or 70 cedis per day. Some of the trails require a guide which is a little more. We decided to take the trail that lead to a waterfall for a flat 20 cedis per person, guide included. After biking several miles we reached the point where we needed to travel on foot so we hiked a couple more miles through the forest and eventually made our way to this beautiful waterfall. We spent a couple hours there relaxing and enjoying the scene. I soaked my head in the waterfall to cool down. Our guide was awesome, picking up random crabs to show to us, and inadvertently challenging us to climb along the steep side of the waterfall. Also, he climbed this tree that overlooked the fall like a monkey on steroids, very impressive. In total we biked about 15 miles and hiked a couple more. We, well at least Corbett and I, plan to come back again to do a 3-5 day biking extravaganza, resting the night at local villages we pass through.
After biking we decided to venture in the botanical gardens, since it was near by. There we spent the rest of the day parading around like the survivors of the show Lost (which we have started the series over and have become quite addicted). Aiding in our plot, there was this random plane that looked quite out of place in the gardens.

The next day, at our last scheduled USAC outing, we went to Ada beach which I have decided is pretty much one of my favorite places in world. We took a boat ride on the river to a secluded island where the river meets the ocean, separated only by a small strip of beach. There I walked along the shore trying to take in all the beauty of the place as a collected what I deemed the coolest seashells from the masses that lined the shores. We left the island, too soon in my opinion, to yet other island; this one where the locals live and produce an alcoholic drink called palm wine. By its name, I had assumed it was a type of wine, and after taking a taste shot of it, I was quickly surprised at its potency; though good, quite stronger than wine. We ended our day of paradise at a lavished hotel, designed exclusively for the accommodations of wealthy foreigners, where we relaxed by the pool side.