Togo

Butterfly in Klouto
We crossed into Togo at a little border, which according to the Lonely Planet and other travel guides was only open to pedestrians as the bridge had been swept away. The Ghanaian police entered our details into his book which revealed we were the 8th vehicle since August. We had to fill out forms and Tom was made to rewrite his form as he misspelt the name of little village we had come from. Then they used white out to erase his parts of his signature that had gone over the lines, obviously too much time on their hands.

Then we headed for Togo from Ghana to cross the river and hopefully a bridge. The Togolese customs could not complete our forms as his boss had the stamp but we could find him at the next village.

Forest dwellers home
We drove up the plateau on a road we call a "committed road," with shear drops, hair pin turns on a road only as wide as the car, no turning back, no u-turns and we pray we don’t met any oncoming traffic, although with only 8 cars since August we felt confident we were the only vehicle on the road.

The vista from the road was spectacular, as we climbed higher and higher up onto the plateau. With dense vegetation, huge trees wrapped in vines covered in flowers, we felt we were in the land where Tarzan must have lived. We finally reached a village and began our search for the “boss” so we could have our vehicle legally stamped into Togo. Tom had to show him what to do but soon with all the formalities were completed we headed for the next village where we hoped we could find a money changer.

It is illegal to take Ghanaian currency out of the country so we needed to head for a market where with some asking around we found someone willing to change some money for us. Soon we were headed for Klouto where we planned to spend the night.

Togo is a small country, only 56,790sqkm, less than 6million people and a coast line of 56km we did not anticipate being in Togo for long.

HERMITS AND BANK ROBBERS

Chameleon
Described in the Lonely Planet as a place that would "appeal to hermits and bank robbers" we headed for the former German Hospital built before WW1 where we believed we could camp. The large building looked eerily deserted and in need of repairs but as soon as we stopped we were greeted by the guard and the cook of the hotel who seemed thrilled to have some travelers. Klouto is in a forested area which is known for having a huge variety of butterflies and we planned to explore the region the following day with a local celebrity Monsieur Prosper who is a butterfly expert.

BUTTERFLIES GALORE

Pirogue on Lac Togo
Monsieur Prosper took his blue butterfly net and we all headed off in search of butterflies. He looked like a ballet dancer prancing after the elusive butterflies, flailing his net in the air and then success a butterfly caught. There were many butterflies although we had seen many more in the forests of Ghana. Tom and I huffed and puffed behind him struggling in the heat, up and down the steep pathways and after 4 hours of walking we were both too pooped to enjoy any more butterflies. We also shown the different plants they use for dye, indigo leaves for blue, leaves from a tree for red and bark from another for yellows. We past several primitive dwelling where families from the forest live. Much of the forest has been denuded, trees chopped down and crops planted. Soon there will be no trees for the butterflies, seems nothing is forever in Africa.

LOME

Togoville
There is an Angolan Embassy in Lome the capital of Togo, so we thought we would make our first attempt at getting this elusive visa. The guard refused Tom to even enter the property, but after we showed him our previous visas in our passports he went inside himself to speak to someone. He returned to tell us that we could not apply for a visa in Lome but would have to do that in Nigeria, and too his surprise we said we would do just that. I don’t think he was expecting us to say we would go to Nigeria just for a visa. We did not stay in Lome, it is a city long past its prime with decaying building, rubbish strewn streets an air polluting harbour and a cement factor. Huge transport trucks and people on moped drove along the potholed promenade while fishermen pulled large fishing nets in from the sea from the beach. The beach looked beautiful with its palm trees but warnings of muggings some at knife point are reported in all travel guides.

VOODOO

Building Voodoo Shrine
We hired a man to take us by pirogue across Lac Togo to the village of Togoville. Tom and I hung on the each side of the pirogue while water washed over into the pirogue filling as we sailed across the lake. A pink bucket floated in the water around our feet to be used for bailing if the pirogue should be filled before we reached shore.

We landed safely on shore to be greeted by several eager men all wanting to be our guide. We were informed that it would cost us EUR10.00 each.

"No too expensive. We are not Europeans we are Canadians." I responded.

"Ah Canada" the guide replied. "For Canada it is CFA10, 000" (EUR6)

Finally we agreed on a price and left for a tour of the village, with its clash of voodoo shrines and shrines to the Virgin Mary. The village although only about 8000 people is divided into 2 sections, the voodoo section and the Catholic section. In fact even the Pope visited Togoville in 1985 when it was reported that the Virgin Mary was allegedly seen walking on the water. A village where the voodoo fertility shrine of Mama Fiokpo and her feebly endowed male counterpart are within a few hundred meters of the shrine to the Virgin Mary.

Voodoo Girl
We wandered through the village, which seemed to be tired of living despite its interesting history and cultures. We visited several voodoo shrines, several now shut behind metal bars, the Royal House, saw the canoe specially built for the Pope voyage across the lake, (I am sure he did not have to bail out water) and the imposing Catholic Cathedral. A clash of culture, a clash of religious and spirituals beliefs, an interesting but some what sad village.