After Daboya and Tamale, I started my journey back down to Accra. I really wanted to see Bib again and she invited me to spend the night so that's what I did last Sunday, and we both left early the next morning to Kumasi. I got off the tro-tro at Ntonso, the village I visited last year which is famous for its Adinkra cloth, and jumped in a taxi to Adanwomase, where I had met Gyimah and his great uncle, know as "The Old Man". Unofrtunately I didn't get my interview as the Old Man passed away in November, so I had to settle with his great nephew. For my last night I headed to meet up with Greetje and Arie, who were staying at the place called Lake Point on Lake Bosomtwi...
It was good to see them again, and we lounged by the lake, had mud fights in the water (the bottom of the lake is very slimy with a mud that bubbles up when you stick your toes in it - the only reason it is safe from Bilharzia), and tried to balance on the planks the fisherman use as "boats" in this meteor-made body of water.
Dinner in the lovely restaurant - with a beautifully decorated mosaic bench and bamboo curtains. We also got through quite a bit of red wine, and Stars, which is the local beer.
Sharing photos and making fun with the stories from our trips and past experiences in Ghana - all helped along by wine-induced laughter...and then I slept alone in the huge dormitory which is open from the metre-high wall to the thatched roof - so I fell asleep to shadows of the trees moving in the wind projected by the moon onto my mosquito net...
After Daboya and Tamale, I started my journey back down to Accra. I really wanted to see Bib again and she invited me to spend the night so that's what I did last Sunday, and we both left early the next morning to Kumasi. I got off the tro-tro at Ntonso, the village I visited last year which is famous for its Adinkra cloth, and jumped in a taxi to Adanwomase, where I had met Gyimah and his great uncle, know as "The Old Man". Unofrtunately I didn't get my interview as the Old Man passed away in November, so I had to settle with his great nephew. For my last night I headed to meet up with Greetje and Arie, who were staying at the place called Lake Point on Lake Bosomtwi...
It was good to see them again, and we lounged by the lake, had mud fights in the water (the bottom of the lake is very slimy with a mud that bubbles up when you stick your toes in it - the only reason it is safe from Bilharzia), and tried to balance on the planks the fisherman use as "boats" in this meteor-made body of water.
Dinner in the lovely restaurant - with a beautifully decorated mosaic bench and bamboo curtains. We also got through quite a bit of red wine, and Stars, which is the local beer.
Sharing photos and making fun with the stories from our trips and past experiences in Ghana - all helped along by wine-induced laughter...and then I slept alone in the huge dormitory which is open from the metre-high wall to the thatched roof - so I fell asleep to shadows of the trees moving in the wind projected by the moon onto my mosquito net...
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