A fine turtle duo.

By Stephanie Fox -
The month of September has brought rain, and quenched the thirsty land at Boabeng-Fiema. Monkeys stop for rain… but only until they get hungry again. So we watch, we watch, we watch; it rains, it stops, it pours again. We are prepared with rain ponchos of course; the rain is no problem for us.  And the good thing about rain ponchos is that if you wear your backpack it can also be kept dry. But then of course, you look like a turtle. To begin with, everything that a white person does is funny, and then it becomes especially funny if they are also looking like a turtle. This week Andy and I became a turtle duo, seen scuttling around the forest day after day.  On Saturday, we were watching monkeys by the edge of the village, and it was raining. There was loud music playing from the house near by - we couldn’t help but bop along, and when our dear friend the old lady Afia Afofi saw us form afar, she came over to join, and then of course we couldn’t help but bop with a little more vigor.  White turtles, bopping on a Saturday afternoon. Imagine the crowd we drew.

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