Alright, been a little while since my last update. The towns we stayed in in Togo had bad Internet and French keyboards. I don't know which one is worse. I'm in Ghana now, back in the realm of English keyboards, so I can update everyone on my trip.
In my last post, I was in Natitingou just about to travel into Somba/Bétammaribé country. We met up with two guys named Evan and Josh who are traveling around West Africa. The started in Mauritania and flew to Cameroon and have basically been going from Peace Corps Volunteer to Peace Corps Volunteer, doing some service work and generally hanging out with people in their villages in Mauritania, Cameroon, and Benin. We went out to Boukoumbé, a village about an hour west of Natitingou down a dirt road through the mountains. Being with some guys who've been crashing at Peace Corps houses, what did we do? We crashed at a Peace Corps house! We met up with a Volunteer in the area, though I can't give her name or post because of Peace Corps security reasons. She got us in touch to sleep in a Somba house out in the bush. Let me just say, this was one of the coolest things I've ever done. It was about a two hour hike through the mountains, and because the rains have already come to Benin (still over a month away in Niger), everything was green and beautiful. The best way to describe the landscape would be to describe the Shire from Lord of the Rings. These great mountains and rolling hills hide mini-castles dotted throughout fields of corn and yam. Because we're so used to castles built on the scale of large European fortresses, it seemed like the fortresses surrounded by gigantic baobob trees should have housed numerous little people ready to defend their Lilliputian homes. Pictures will go up on facebook when I've returned to Niger. There's really not a good way to describe them that will do justice to our sleeping conditions that night.
The Bétammaribé people build their compounds in the middle of their fields, so there's no "town" per se, and because the children so rarely see white people, they really wanted to play. Evan, Mary, and I were happy to oblige. We danced, wrestled, and fired slingshots at imaginary enemies in the fields. We ended the day climbing a giant baobob and watching the sun set before eating dinner with a local family and sleeping on top of our own little fortress.
The next day, we hiked back to Boukoumbé and met the local Volunteer and another from Togo for market day. The market in Boukoumbé rotates every four days. This confused those of us from Niger who are used to weekly markets until we realized the true meeting point wasn't the market, but the tchouk bar. Tchoukou is the local Beninese millet/sorghum beer, and, like tea in Niger and other Muslim countries, it is the drink of choice for sitting and socializing. The market rotates every four days because it takes three full days to prepare the tchouk. The women pound the millet and water the first day. It's cooked and fermented over the course of the second and third days, and then it is served up in both dark and light varieties at the market on the fourth day. It's not too potent, but over the course of an afternoon in a hot, humid market place, just drinking bowls and bowls of it, it'll pick you up and put you on your ass.
We had originally planned to head into Togo that afternoon...we stayed another night.
The next day was entirely devoted to travel. We did a pretty good job taxi hopping from Boukoumbé back to Natitingou, from Natitingou to Djougou, from Djougou to Kétao for a customs checkpoint into Togo, from Kétao to Kara in Togo for lunch. We were doing really well getting into Kara in the early afternoon, and we thought we had it made for a trip to Atakpamé, getting in in the early evening and having a nice relaxing evening to prepare for a trip to Badou. Luck can swing any direction in West Africa, and if you believe at all in luck you know you can never name it or else you'll jinx it, especially in a place that plays so heavily into Voodoo/juju. We got to Sokodé and as we were leaving, three motorcycles and a car full of police officers pulled up and forbade us to leave. The driver got out to talk to them, and I wasn't suspicious at all until the helper jumped into the front seat, grabbed the papers and tried to hide them. Over an hour later, after the driver was taken away by the police, he returned, no doubt a little lighter in the wallet, and we continued to Atakpamé, arriving around 8:00 instead of at five as we had anticipated. Finding the Peace Corps house in the dark, down a street that barely exists and is not lit was interesting to say the least, but at that point, I felt like anybody who wanted to mug us would be pushing their luck pretty far.
In the morning we took off for Badou and visited the Akloa falls. These were spectacular falls in the mountains bordering Ghana. We spent the afternoon swimming and relaxing in the pool at the base of the falls before the three of us returned to our tiny little flop house of a room in a dirty shady bar near the motor park. Where else are you going to go if you're in West Africa and on a Peace Corps budget?
Togo was mostly a week of camping and visiting nature. We stayed three nights in Kpalimé, on the border with Ghana. It was probably one of the most touristed places we'd been yet, but we did have a great time. While out at dinner, Mary and I met a guy named "Momo," an African dancer who works at lot with Peace Corps and the American Embassy. The next day, he hooked us up, helping us out with stuff to do, places to eat, places to buy music, and new haircuts for the three of us. I re-mohawked myself, Jyoti just buzzed her head, and Mary is now the proud new owner of some dreads, courtesy of Momo's sister. We played with his neice, possibly one of the cutest little girls I've ever met and just generally had a good time hanging out with a friendly local. He took us into his home and made us feel just overall very welcome.
From Kpalimé we went 12k up the road to the border town of Klouto. I took my own hike with a guide through the coffee and cacao fields. It was originally meant to be a tour of the plantations, but it turned into a tour of local plants used by the artisans as natural dyes. It was very interesting, and with my mother's extensive background in fabric and dye, it wasn't entirely lost on me. It's crazy to come from the desert plains in Niger to the tropical rain forest mountains of Togo and Ghana. Whereas in Niger it's a hot, dusty silence, Togo's humid forests team with birds and insects. I didn't know it would be so NOISY. Being up in the mountains though is great. Last night was very cool and peaceful. I'd recommend Togo for anyone into music, amazing people, and crazy amounts of butterflies.
I'm in Ghana now in the town of Hohoe. We were going to go to a town about an hour away known for its kente cloth, but decided we needed to slow down a bit. There will be plenty of time for crafts when we get to Kumasi. Tomorrow we're hiking up another mountain (Mt. Afadjato, Ghana's highest at 885m) and the day after we'll be at yet ANOTHER waterfall (Wli, over 40m tall). Our hope is we'll be able to appease the nature nut with us so she won't complain when we're rumbling through Accra or lounging on the beach near Cape Coast.
Well, that's about all that I have time for right now. If it gets a little random at the end, I'd challenge you to sum up an entire weeks worth of travel in a little under an hour. After spending a few hours here, I can already tell I'm going to love Ghana. We're a little over halfway through our trip. From here, we'll be going to Accra, Cape Coast, Kumasi and then back to Niger via Burkina Faso.
Until then, bye bye Rasta man.
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