Voodoo

We were ready to escape the misery and the noise of the capital and we headed east to Lac du Togo and we stayed overnight in a bungalow at Auberge du Lac at the lake shore under the palm trees. Unfortunately it started pouring and we had thunder showers for hours. (The rainy season has begun). It became really cold and it was the very first time we have experienced cold temps and of course we had no sweater or anything since it has been hot all the time; even after showers. After a bottle of red wine from France and a good meal we enjoyed the night scenery and the tranquility of the place. This morning it was hot as usual and we went by piroque (a small wooden boat; a punter in Dutch) to the other side of the large lake to the little town of Togoville. A guide was waiting in town to show us around for a hefty fee. Togoville is the oldest town of Togo and animisme is still very much present; voodoo; catholisism and protestantism are going hand in hand there. The church built by the Germans has changed beliefs with the change of power and the windows show kings of Uganda instead of the disciples you would expect in those churches. Voodoo statues were all over town and people leave offerings for their gods in front of the sacred statues.
Taking a taxi back was a little more complicated but with the help of a family member of the owner of the Auberge we got one. The taxi was already full with people and you think it is a no go but they made space available. Four adults and one child in the back seat and Saskia and I on the front seat. The weekend was a good one!