This was a wild time. The area was a place called Grand Bassam where we went every Monday to a beach that was deserted except for a few Africans selling coconuts and a small restaurant here and there: all usually with the same menu, fried fish or steak with the local beer. We usually had a picnic supplied by the hotel. It was truly a great time which I would think by now in the Ivory Coast would be impossible. There were a few of us who went there and I am still in touch with one of them, a Swiss fellow who now lives in St. Louis here in the US. The reason for the laced sneakers was that I had been on a long walk along the beach and there were a lot of tar patches in the sand (even then) and these patches were very difficult to get off your feet. Believe it or not the only thing that would remove them entirely was soft butter so we would have to wait to get back to the hotel. Flip flops were not an option because it was difficult to walk in the sand with them. The sand was so hot that it made it difficult to walk barefooted. These beaches were so deserted that we sometimes ran around starkers (easy now,girls, calm down!)
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10 comments:
You just keep asking for it. Don't you son.
Very funny. I'm waiting for the witticisms. Bring 'em on as George would say. I can't wait.
Wheres everyone gone !!
They didn't want to be seen beside the slim one !
This photo was taken in Africa Phyllis... the reason no one else is there...is because they are all here claiming the dole
Nice picture Jim. Oh how time flys. I remember being thinner too.
Damn. I wish I still was.
FIsh in a barrel... I could spend an hour just on the fully laced hightops.
Although, it was 1973.
had they no flip flops back then?
This was a wild time. The area was a place called Grand Bassam where we went every Monday to a beach that was deserted except for a few Africans selling coconuts and a small restaurant here and there: all usually with the same menu, fried fish or steak with the local beer. We usually had a picnic supplied by the hotel. It was truly a great time which I would think by now in the Ivory Coast would be impossible.
There were a few of us who went there and I am still in touch with one of them, a Swiss fellow who now lives in St. Louis here in the US.
The reason for the laced sneakers was that I had been on a long walk along the beach and there were a lot of tar patches in the sand (even then) and these patches were very difficult to get off your feet. Believe it or not the only thing that would remove them entirely was soft butter so we would have to wait to get back to the hotel. Flip flops were not an option because it was difficult to walk in the sand with them. The sand was so hot that it made it difficult to walk barefooted.
These beaches were so deserted that we sometimes ran around starkers (easy now,girls, calm down!)
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