connecting between mother Earth and Heavens |
A group of women, aligned on the sand, stands on one leg. They are looking at their yoga instructors who are currently standing on their heads. The women, who wear the same dark blue sweater, after having exercised for ten or fifteen minutes soon retire under their light shed to have some food and some drinks. The two instructors, meanwhile, carry on executing more advanced positions.
a fairly quiet sea |
This side of the beach has always had very few of those sheds, but it looks like development is in the air. A long raw of wooden poles has been erected in the sand, a white hut has been built in the nearby dunes with Heineken parasols. There is beach service with a food and drink laminated menu which never fails to take off with the wind. The plus of this place is its tranquility. It is remote from Tarkwa Bay where most beach-goers congregate because of the quiet waters in the bay. Jimoh, the man in charge of the sheds is very polite and helpful. He informs us that a direct boat service from Walter Carrington in Victoria Island can take us instead of landing in Tarkwa Bay and trekking all the way to the ocean front, which is anyway not an unpleasant stroll.
As we sit in our long chairs a few meters away from the water, the ears full of the sound of the crushing waves and the wind, it feels like being somewhere else than Lagos, on a private stretch of beach. Of course, the horizon is populated by the ships waiting for their turn to go to the container port to load and unload their wares.
a minimalist and secluded place |
remote from Eko Atlantic's future hustle and bustle |
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