Abutia Guesthouse - Woe - 7:58pm (excerpt from personal journal)
What a day, what a day! Where to begin? Well, we started our day beofr ethe sun even had a chance to rise at a time of day I've only heard about in stories from the old country. We only wanted to spend one night in Ada before heading for Woe and Keta, but we still wanted to see the place. Around 7am we set out for a canoe charter and hit the water by 8, piloted by a rastaman who's eyes lead me to suspect he was both drunk AND high. Eight AM.
After forging the River Volta--at some points as wide as the Hudson (but a little more tropical)--we landed on Crocodile Island (a place which, of course, has no crocodiles to speak of). We started with a little tour of the village chief's apeteshie factory (local spirits made from sugarcane or old palmwine) and a basket-weaving demonstration. THe island was beautiful but our stay was short-lived.
After a four-hour wait riverside we boarded a "water tro-tro" at the cost of 75 cents a person to travel to the Keta Peninsula. From there our tro-tro man tricked us into using his public transport as a private taxi--don't ask how--and paying eight times what a real tro-tro would cost (it was about the same price as traveling two blocks by taxi in NYC).
Tomorrow we go to live on the beach!
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