The Frenchman's Farm and Mona Monkeys

 

Our final plan in Ghana was to visit the Ankasa Rainforest and stay at the Frenchman's Farm (a small bed and breakfast which is totally off the grid). We arrived at the bed and breakfast to find that The Farm was actually a Cacao farm with several people who live on the land and cultivate the cacao for The Frenchman, Paul.

Cacao grows on the tree

It's picked and peeled

The seeds are removed
(they're sweet and tasty but taste nothing like chocolate and there's a pit)  

Then the seeds are dried on long, flat tables.
 Later they're sold to chocolate companies and ground into cacao powder which flavors chocolate. 

Paul is called "The Frenchman" because he lived most of his life in the Ivory Coast, worked in Paris for a large part of his life and he speaks only French. Ankasa National Park (where we were staying and hiking) covers the southernmost border of Ghana and the Ivory Coast. Unlike our Uganda hike in Semiliki National Park (on the border of the Congo) two years ago, we saw no people outside of our group in the forest during our hikes. We were assured that this was because we came to the forest during the rainy season (and you're not supposed to come during the rainy season). It was fortunate for us that we only experienced rain for about an hour of one of our hikes. The rest of the time was very clear and steamy hiking weather.

We stayed there for three nights and two days. During that time we saw Mona and Spot-Nosed monkeys, dwarf crocodiles and some of us (not Kate or I) saw a pangolin. Pangolin is worth mentioning because it is very endangered and it's very hard to find. It's a mammal that resembles an armadillo.

One evening, after we got to know the little children from the farm very well, we were taught how to strap a child onto the back (the way that African Mommas do it).

Kate got very good at it.

We were welcomed by the Frenchman and his family who catered to our every need. They packed us a lunch to go into the forest, they prepared breakfast early in the morning and they brought us dinner each night. We were treated to the delicious cuisine of the Ivory Coast, including fish, chicken and beef dishes of all sorts. There was such a variety of food each evening and we were amazed at their kind willingness to provide plenty of vegetarian options for Kate (vegetarians are pretty unheard of in Africa) along with several meat dishes each evening.

While we were at the Frenchman's Farm, the Frenchman learned that Corey is a primatologist and one evening he brought another (African) primatologist, David, to meet her. We learned that the Frenchman is a community leader on the Committee for the Preservation of and that David works for an NGO that monitors the forest, training locals as guides and teaching them to combat poaching. The NGO is  WAPCA, the West African Primate Conservation Action, trying to preserve critically endangered species of primates. David offered for us to stop at a different forest on our way out of Ghana to take  a hike to search for a small population of White-Naped Mangabey. While we stopped there for a brief hike, we found many poacher traps set for small mammals but we found no Mangabey. We did, however, come across a tortoise!

Bell's Hinge-Back Tortoise

Poacher trap, directing small mammals to the larger gap between the sticks where they'd knock the horizontal stick over and a wire would close around their leg, trapping the small animal. (we destroyed all of the traps we found, but there were many)

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The missionaries definitely landed in Ghana. Maybe it's because there's no language barrier (most Ghanaians speak English) that the message got through better. We saw The Lord God all over the place in Ghana! For example, political signs tagged candidates as "god fearing", there was Dr. Jesus Prayer camp, Try Jesus Digital Photo Shop, some signs just had messages like God Time is the Best Time, God Power Fridge Doctors, and God is My Sherpherd. There were graphic signs depicting Christ on the cross. Most taxis had inspirational Christian messages on the back window, including I am covered in the blood of Christ.

It was definitely culture shock to see all of these messages as we drove through villages and cities! The ironic thing is that we found the Ghanaian people to be really unaccomodating and not very friendly. As an example, we had Togo license plates and registration stickers on the car. There were so many police checkpoints where we were stopped solely because we were either a car-full of white people or because we were from Togo. We were told several times how much better it was in Ghana than Togo as we were being harassed and interrogated about where we came from and where we were going.

Note: The Title of this post (XXX Poolside Enterprise - Now 24/7) is another of the signs that we saw on our drive. It was the name of a hotel, as far as we can tell.

We're Ghana Have a Great Time

I arrived at the small airport in Ghana and walked from the plane to the terminal clutching my carry-on backpack and my travel paperwork to go through customs. Once I weaved my way through the tiny airport and collected my suitcase I was instantly greeted by Kate who had run past the barrier where everyone else was patiently waiting. Off-balance from my bags, she almost knocked me over and we laughed and greeted each other to strange looks as we walked passed the line of stoic Africans waiting behind the barrier to see their loved ones and friends emerge as I just had. Corey surfaced from the large congregation of Africans and as we passed through the doors to go outside, Mich appeared directly in front of us. We merrily greeted each other and all immediately began talking about logistics. When we got to the car, Jake emerged with a huge grin which was almost hidden by the massive beard which covered his face. The car ride was entertaining with stories shared of travel experiences, including a rather amusing incident where Mich was stopped by the Togolese police and Jake was told to get out of the vehicle so that two police officers could fondle and compliment Jake's beard.

We headed to our hotel, the Hans Cottage Botel, just outside of Cape Coast, Ghana. We got a small cottage for the 5 of us. The hotel was originally a "boat" (hence - "bo"-tel) which was placed in a crocodile pond and a hotel was built around it. Now the boat is just the dining area but the crocodiles are still present. There's a rumor that the owners feed the crocodiles something to keep them from eating people. Kate thinks this includes some sort of drug which makes the crocodiles stupid. Anyway, the result is that morons go over and touch the crocodiles for photo ops. No one's died yet as far as I can tell but there IS a big sign that renounces any responsibility for children who are eaten or drowned. 

 After lunch we drove out to our first hiking destination - a little village, about a 2 hour drive from the Botel. We got there in the evening and had a nice, steady hike for a couple of hours through the rainforest. Half-way back the sun went down and everyone pulled out their headlamps. Even though Kate told me we'd be doing night hikes, I completely forgot to bring flashlights because Gavin usually packs those. Luckily, Kate was prepared with extra flashlights. Mich was nice enough to drive a car full of sleeping friends back to the Botel. 

 The next day we all woke up very early hoping to see some monkeys at the canopy walk at Kakum National Park. We hiked a short way into the park and went up into the canopy of the lowland rainforest. It was beautiful in the treetops and the climate was not as steamy as I had anticipated! Unfortunately we did not see any monkeys because a group of teenagers had camped there the night before and was in front of us jumping around and screaming which probably scared them away.

 The girls decided to spend the afternoon in Cape Coast where we visited an Episcopal Cathedral which was built by an early missionary in 1437. He an his wife were buried inside of the church, underneath the chair where the pastor sits during church services. We also went to a slave castle, where slaves were held before they were loaded onto ships and sent around the world. There was a museum at the castle containing the history of the slave trade, including artifacts from the time period. We took a guided tour of the castle which painted a gruesome picture of the horrible life of slaves captured over the 300 year period. The tour ended with a statement that slavery still occurs and we should do everything possible to end the horrible abuse that is slavery.

 That evening we returned to Kakum for a night hike. Again it was a nice night for a walk through the rainforest. At one point Mich stopped. He had just heard this bird call which he described as a "conga line" in the forest. We went on a sort of scavenger hunt to find the bird. 

which we found

It was fun running around on and off the trails, dodging vines and branches. On the way out of the forest we saw a couple of tree-dwelling mammals.

including the elusive bush baby