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"We're going to the North! We're going to the North!"

In Ghana here, the Northern regions of the country are extremely different from the South. There are three upper regions: Northern, Upper East, and Upper West. According to everything I’ve read and heard about those areas, they apparently are much more rural, village-like, and dominated by Islam rather than Christianity like the Southern areas where we’ve mostly been traveling. Since traveling to “the North,” as it is referred to by the laypeople (me), was not one of our organized trips with USAC, naturally we began to fear that we’d never make it there before our time in Ghana was up. So Maggie and I decided to cast all our sails into the wind (that’s a saying, right?) and go by ourselves. And by “by ourselves,” I mean, Davina’s four-person program was going over the weekend and we kind of attached ourselves to them. Like ticks. Or those little burs that always stick in my dogs’ fur after a walk. (I miss my dogs.)

So anyways, the strangest part of all of this was getting the plane tickets themselves. We basically walked into the airport, cinched the last two tickets on the 1pm flight to Tamale, and were set. Except we literally did nothing more than hand a lady some cash and write our names on a piece of paper. No, seriously. She gave me a scrap of paper, said, “Write your names,” and then we were booked. No ID shown, no assurances made. I could’ve written anything! I could’ve booked a flight for Krusty the Klown and Sideshow Bob for all that it mattered who we were.

Despite bizarre airport procedures, we arrived in Tamale with Davina’s group, and headed out to Mole, where Mole National Park is. The National Park itself is incredible – over 4,000 kilometers of forest, watering holes, dirt trails and rocks and big open land teeming with creatures (even if we didn’t end up seeing that many of them, I know they were there…) It was basically Jurassic Park, though I might only be saying that because Davina could not stop singing the theme song every time we passed under an archway of trees or looked at a view or saw a bug or stepped on a branch or did anything at all.

We stayed at Mole Motel, which is inside the park itself and is apparently where every white person that comes to Mole stays. There was a pool and many baboons wandering about. Baboons, while seemingly calm and gentle (actually, I’m not sure they seem this way to anybody except themselves), will not hesitate to try and open the door to your room in the morning, or steal your shea butter, or try to threaten your annoying European children lounging by the pool. Be warned, traveler; baboons take no prisoners.

We went on two safaris, one walking and one driving (seated on top of this cool-ass jeep), and ended up seeing a lot of unremarkable antelope-like creatures, quite a few cool birds, a croc or two, way too many warthogs (or as they’re called here, jungle pigs) (wait, no sorry, they’re called bush pigs) (now, however, I’m calling them jungle pigs forever), and then on animal that I can only describe as a water donkey. Like, a water buffalo, but with a donkey head. Sadly, we didn’t see any elephants, unless you count the one whose butt we watched walking away in the dark on our first night there (right beside our dinner table, no less), but we did get to watch our guide stick his hand into elephant droppings and promptly proclaim, “Yesterday evening.” So we at least know that elephants exist, you know?

Other than that, we also visited Mognori eco-village, which was really cool, but pretty uncomfortable as we were pretty much just being given a tour of people’s homes and lives. It felt weird and invasive and not at all appropriate for tourism. Before this, we had been to a Sheabutter processing center and seen women mixing and boiling and heating shea nuts and shea cream, so at Mognori, we were able to buy the finished products of shea butter and shea soap. The incredibly gracious lady who sold them to us did the courtesy of packaging them in small calabashes, which just made them that much more precious. We were informed that a lot of the shea butter sold in international chain stores like The Body Shop actually comes from villages like these; it made me consider where the hell all those profits are going if not to the women who spend every day processing and refining the shea nut butter out here in Ghana.

We also visited Larabanga, the site of the oldest mosque in West Africa, if not the oldest human-made structure in West Africa as well. The architecture of this place is gorgeous and different from anything else I’ve seen.

Overall, I’m glad we were able to travel out of the Southern regions to the North, to see a different side of Ghana – maybe a side that looks more like what people expect when they hear “Africa” or “Ghana.” But even so, being constrained by time limits (just one weekend), and money, I don’t feel as if we really got that much of a radically different experience. Especially since everything we did was extremely touristy – I wish we’d gotten to travel to Wa, in the Upper Western region, or Bolgatanga in the Upper East, to really see the difference in cultural practices or environment.

Ok, enough for this post. On to the next!

Xoxo Ann

P.S. Internet is slow and complicated right now, pictures are forthcoming. Hold tight.