The friendly owner, Mr Augustus Naban has a few cranky tables with odd plastic chairs in the sand under a large tree. A veranda was under construction (it’s ready now). On the meny was grilled fish, perfectly ok but no great sensation.
The room on the beach was a concrete bunker with paint peeling off the walls and one naked bulb hanging from the roof. The bathroom was a toilet and a sink with no water, there was however a tap high up on a wall, so to wash and flush you had to fill a bucket from the tap. The place smelled heavily of urine.
We slept very little that night, the room on the beach turned out to be an echo chamber for the thunder of heavy waves crashing onto the beach. The floor shook.