Monday, February 17, 2014

Paga YO!

After a night of good resting, we were up and ready to go see some crocs. The drive up was nice, little bit of reggae to set the mood, keep it chilled.
After getting to the sanctuary, everyone said their hello's and all that business, of course the mandem just wanted to wrestle crocodiles, so we got through that door and there they were, the beast.

We all stood around the crocodile, which looked like it had just come back from the taxidermist, not an exaggeration, it didn't even blink and it was smiling. Not a nice smile, the kind of smile like when someone has just relieved their bladder and at the same time has just realised they are going to have a sunday roast.

Anyway, being the greatest of the cohort, I, Ollie Ashmore, decided to sit with the crocodile first. It was intense, even though it has never happened and probably never will, there was this tiny feeling in the gut wondering 'will he turn round and rip my face off?' but alas! He didn't. Some cheeky group photos got in the mix, the mandem even managed to fit in a Usain Bolt, lightning bolt, why? Because we can. Then came the time to feed a chicken to one of the mighty beasts. We were stood there for ages before he decided to throw the chicken which was still alive apparently, which might have bothered me before, but after killing my own guinea fowl, it ain't no thangggg. When he threw the chicken, the crocodile missed, but it wasn't long before he had it in its jaws of death, he didn't waste any time, in fact it probably took him all of 7 seconds to eat it. And then out of nowhere Lukman was on a horse, so yeah, that happened.

We set off for the border to Burkina Faso, nothing much of interest happened, we took some pictures of the border itself, Zay Zay tried to speak French to one of the border officials (which didn't go as well as she thought it did) and we went into the duty free. I was going to do the fake French thing Joey from Friends does, but I decided it's best to leave it until there are less guns around.

We left for the Pikworo slave camp and upon arrival was probably the coolest guy I had ever met, his up and down had so many different pieces of material it was like the Ghanaian version of Joseph and the technicoloured dream coat. He gave us a brief but informative talk about the history of the slave camp and then took us for the tour. At first we saw where they would get their water from and where they would prepare and eat their food and next to that was the place where they dance and rocks which sounded hollow were used as drums. The slave masters would set fake guns around the dancing area to deter anyone from trying to run away, our tour guide said that they would believe they were real guns because they weren't educated, certainly not enough to know the difference between a real and fake gun anyway.

We carried on to the watchtower, which was a collection of rocks which conveniently lay on top of each other to make a platform from which you could see everything. Even though the place had a grim history, the landscape itself was actually quite breath taking. Then there were the punishment stones, which the tour guide showed us in detail how they were used to punish/torture people who had done wrong in the eyes of their slave masters. We thanked the man for the tour and left, which more or less brought our day in Paga to a close.

Cheers for reading. Peace.

- Ollie A

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