Waterfalls and border posts
23.09.2008 - 26.09.2008
After Accra we took the old trusty Tro-tros to Wli, where there, besides the waterfalls, according to our guidebook also was a small border post to Togo. When we got there, the only hotel in town was all booked, so we stayed with a family, who only spoke their native language Eve. We got to see the magnificent waterfalls that poured out over the tall cliffs that are completely covered with an estimated half a million bats. In the evening the only restaurant in town was closed, and to avoid the traditional Ghanian fufu dish the family offered us, we went down to the village-center to see if any other eating options existed. However, on the way we met the owner of the restaurant, and she took us back and reopened the place only for us. Halfway through our meal, we were disturbed by an uninvited guest - a snake came crawling along the wall just beside us, and when the owner of the restaurant spotted the snake she went completely beserk with a huge stick and smashed the snake to death (several times). When we later checked out the internet to find out the species of the snake the only picture that matched was of the BLACK MAMBA ...
However, this was not the only unpleasant experience to come. The following day we only woke up to discover that we could not enter Togo at the border near the village, as we had first assumed, since they could not give us a transit visa to Togo at that place. Since we had an appointment with Sunes' father to meet us the next day in Togos' capital Lomé (at a friend of his who lives there) we felt somewhat pressed. We jumped on anything that had four wheels underneath, and by mid day we were at the bigger southern border post to Togo where Sunes' parents had told us we could get the transit visa to travel through Togo to Benin. At the border we came up to this big Togolese police papa, who had a dull look but didn't manage to hide his satisfaction with our appearance. He first looked suspiciously at us, then at our passports. Next he handed us some papers to fill out, and when we had completed the writing he looked at the papers with a sudden amusement, and then looked sternly at us, and said: "So, then I only need to see your visa for Togo". What! We were quite upset and Sune didn't hesitate to tell him: "My father works at the Danish Royal Embassy, and he says...", but the official insisted that we had to go back to Accra to get the visas. When we were about to give up, he suddenly started laughing, and we realized he had completely fooled us! We got our visas and he kept up his jolly good mood and went on demanding that he needed a photo of Regitse for official matter. When Sune handed one of himself as well, the policeman said, "no no no ... I don't want a picture of you!", while he kept on grinning ... This was the first example of many of the more humorous psyche of the francophone countries compared to Ghana.