Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Boti Falls


On the first of July, it was a holiday. Sisters, kids and I were off to Boti Falls, in the Eastern Region of Ghana. We arrived early about 9 am. Posters displayed everywhere “Boti Falls First Annual July 1st Festival.” As we enter the gait, there were two prices one for Ghanaian and one for expats. We attempted to argue Emma is a Ghanaian and Krobo (Solomon's tribe), presented our last name, through vicious arguing from all of us, we lost this battle. People were setting up food booths music was blasting. We descended down the 250 steps to reach the pool of the waterfall. The surroundings were green and lush. To one corner of the pool the mist blew soaking the ground, plant and people who ventured there. The waterfalls were rushing loudly. The falls are split into two. The female on the left and the male on the right. This time of the year, the rainy season, is the best time to see the falls. Later in the rainy season the guide explained that the two falls can meet in the middle.

Back up the 250 stairs with Zinetta on my back. We ate some, relaxed, tried some fresh palm wine. Palm win is a whitish, slightly bubbly, sweetish wine that is tapped from a palm tree. Then we were ready to leave, so we exited the gait to find masses to enter. We said, “Wow we are glad we came early.” Until we reached our little blue car trapped among hug travel buses, private cars and tro-tros. We thought we parked in a good exit spot. Seriously trapped, no one leaving for hours. No parking rules, park where you can and get out any way you can. No drivers present in any of the cars that need to make way for us to leave the madness. Solomon's sister and husband attempted to find the drivers for two vehicles, as they were school affiliated and all wore there school uniform shirt. After much time, Emma's cousin said, I saw a driver of that car! We chased this lady down and begged her to move her car out so we could exit. She agreed to help, but his meant I had to drive through this wet ditch area and then up to the road. Well I had to try. I loaded kids up got the right position and tried, needed to go faster or I will get stuck... and then boom we erupted up on the concrete. We made it. I thanked the lady who let me out and we were off to home.                

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