Monday morning (around 6am) my two friends, Paige and Jessalyn, and I left our comfy homes in East Legon to get on a trotro to Kumasi. I would like to point out that we took trotros the entire way to the the north, giving us a bumpy, back-road, lengthy, and hilarious experience. After about 5 hours we arrived in Kumasi. After a small crisis regarding too much pure water and not enough public toilets in the Central Market of Kumasi we found ourselves on another trotro to our first destination of Techiman. We met an amazing man in this small town who helped us get a fabulous deal on a guest house for the night. Funny enough, it turns out it was the same guest house that strictly told us we couldn't put 3 people in the room (a recurring problem in hotel hunting).
After hanging with the monkeys we got on a trotro to Kintampo, our destination for the night. This was probably the bumpiest "road" that I have traveled on in Ghana...and the dustiest. Oh, have I mentioned that anything can happen on a trotro? Well, halfway through the ride a goat joined us inside the trotro. We were crossing our fingers the entire time that it wouldn't pee on our bags since it was standing on top of our backpacks.
(ps, the goat was alive)
In Kintampo we went to the waterfalls. While they were not as big as Wli Falls it was still a nice experience and a good way to get away from the people, cars, and general noise. We stayed in a guest house in Kintampo Tuesday night.
The next day, after our morning walking safari we went to a small village outside the park called Larabanga. This was my favorite part of the trip. We met a guy name Ibraham who runs a homestay thing. He gave us a tour of the different aspects of Larabanga, fed us three times, and let us sleep on a the roof of a mud hut. This was all run on donation. To explain a little further, Ibraham teaches children in the morning and evening Arabic and school subjects to kids that can't go to school. Larabanga doesn't have a high school either and education is something that Ibraham and his family are trying to improve. The village is called "the home of tourists" mainly because foreigners are the ones that are helping provide the essentials to the village. The corruption and inefficiency of the Ghana government make access to financial help from domestic sources extremely hard. I loved Larabanga- the people there accepted us right away and we spent a relaxing day hanging out with Ibraham and his many friends. His brother Muhammad also showed us around the village in the afternoon.
While I enjoyed Larabanga, we were exposed to the true problems of poverty. Aside from problems of education access, until 2 years ago this village didn't have a source for clean water so guinea worm, diarrhea, intestinal worms, and other serious problems were affecting people. Most people live in mud huts or something similar. Running water is non-existent and bucket showers are the only source for a bath. Simplicity. Yet also daily struggles beyond the listed ones. I found peace here and I loved the sound of the Islamic Call to Prayer that came from the mosques. Speaking of mosques, Larabanga is home to the oldest mosque in Ghana. It is quite a sight, even though it is small.
We slept on the roof of a mud hut. We almost froze to death. Northern Ghana has entered the beginning of the dry season which brings very cold nights and mornings and dreadfully hot days. A plus, mosquitoes dont like the cold, yay! We slept on something like this:
While Jessalyn, Paige, and I were in Larabanga we had decided to change our travel plans. Instead of venturing to Togo we decided that we wanted to go farther north to Gambaga to visit a witch camp. Yes, a witch camp. Where accused witches live and seek refuge...kind of. This place is so complicated. Some say its a sanctuary for women who are thrown out of their villages while others claim the camps are human rights violations. Basically, in a short summary, women (mainly elderly women) are accused of being witches by people in their villages (for whatever reason) and threatened to be killed, harmed, or sent away. So instead of being killed they are taken to the chief of Gambaga who works with the lesser deities (small gods) and relieves them of their supposed witchcraft. Then they are allowed to live in small small huts in a secluded area of the Gambaga village where they no longer have magical power. The women are free to leave but they have nowhere else to go. So they stay...
(We met this Chief)
So we were in Gambaga on Saturday. We also met the nicest lady- she owned the guest house that we stayed in. The next morning we were back on a trotro to Tamale so that we could catch the 5pm VIP bus back to Accra (a bus ride that only ended up taking 10.5 hours!)
There are many more details of this trip that would take days to write however I hope to share them and many more adventures with everyone when I get back home next Tuesday/Wednesday. I hope this blog finds everyone well! I miss yall and can't wait to catch up!
With love,
Anna