A hippo |
Weichau hippo sanctuary feels
a long way from anywhere. We rattled along the bumpy, potholed road from Mole National Park for four hours before reaching the sanctuary’s visitor centre. Jo, our
guide, showed us inside while KK, our driver, surveyed his mud-splattered car
with the look of a man who regretted spending an hour washing it that morning. After
paying the entrance fee, I asked Jo where the hippos were. ‘We have to drive;
it’s another 22km along a dirt road’. KK didn’t look like he wanted to see
hippos anymore; I was beginning to wonder myself.
We headed towards the
Black Volta River, past the small communities who together created the
sanctuary. I should have admired this remarkable community-based ecotourism
project; instead I wondered when it was lunchtime and if it was too late to
head for a hotel in Wa.
A young hippo |
We pulled into the
undergrowth on the Burkinabe side of the river and watched them. There’s
something enthrallingly special about being 20 metres from wild hippos – about
as close as I’d want to be. As each head appeared slowly, it was hard to shake
the feeling they were keeping an eye on us, checking that we were keeping our
distance.
The hippos have been
protected since 1999, when the local communities created the sanctuary to
generate a bit more tourism revenue in this quiet corner of Ghana. The scheme
has been a success: visitor numbers have increased steadily and so, more
importantly, have hippo numbers.
Our canoe |
Hidden in the shade, with
the two young hippos now jumping on each other, it would have been easy to stay
for longer. But tummies were rumbling; I illegally entered Burkina Faso for a
quick piss, and we headed back to Weichau, leaving the hippos to enjoy their
serene sanctuary.
*****
Ghana does tropical storms
like few other countries, and the one during our night camping near the river
was a classic. The lightning was so bright that the cockerels started crowing
at 3.00am, thinking it was morning. We had to move our tent in the middle of
the night to avoid a drenching.
Next morning, our charcoal
burner was too wet too cook breakfast on, so we headed into Weichau village to
eat. Jo took us to Yussif’s Tea Spot, whose motto is ‘Call in for all kinds of
beverages’. As long as it’s Lipton Yellow Label tea. Still, at least Yussif
acknowledged how lacking in flavour this shameful British brand is and put two
bags into my plastic mug.
Mmm, Lipton! |
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