“This yoghurt tastes like wild cow udder!”


Today I went with Laralyn and Meggin to explore the hills an hour away from Pokuase. First, we did the usual transport to Kwabenya and then Madina, and then boarded a trotro to Akuse junction, which was about 30km from Shai Hills Wildlife Reserve. On the way there we decided to stop in at Mount Krobo Community Reserve because it was supposed to have abandoned huts and wild animals. When we got there we walked for about twenty minutes discussing the fact that we had not brought enough water to be hiking in the hot sun, and we saw a river of ants crossing the path, a large lime green cricket, and bright red ticks that looked like they would kill if they bit us. Eventually we got to a gate that had no one there, so we kept walking. We saw more deadly insects and some cows on our walk and eventually came to a clearing with buildings but no people. Just as we were about to leave a giant rabbit ran across the clearing followed by a jumping dog. We saw a man in the distance herding cattle and hiding from us, so we decided to leave. Unfortunately, the herd (which was mostly comprised of bulls) was in front of us grazing. We stopped for a while wondering if since they were with a man they would be tame, and eventually Meggin made a move towards them. The obviously alpha bull started stomping the ground (the herder was just watching all of this) so we quickly made our way up a hill and away from the angry bulls.

When we got back to the roadside we jumped onto a trotro and went to Shai Hills. There we paid a large entrance fee and guide fee before being led around a small part of the reserve. The cool part was when we saw a troupe of olive baboons including ugly babies and bright red butted females. They were used to people, so we got as close as two yards away from them while they ate nuts from a tree. The park has a rule that guides and the people who live there aren’t allowed to feed the animals, but they allow visitors to feed them bananas for close up photos. We didn’t participate in that since it’s bad to feed them. After an hour we left the park because it was getting late and we all were tired. Apparently the antelope were on the other side of the reserve so we would have had to rent a 4×4 to find them.

We got a trotro from Shai Hills to Accra Mall so that Laralyn could see the rich folk of Ghana, and there we bought some fruit juice, a bottle of Schnapps for tomorrow’s fetish ceremony, a bottle of cocoa liqueur and fresh milk (it was 1.55 GHC for about half a cup) to try tonight. When rushed home to see the news report at 7, but found out that it had aired at 5pm, so everyone (except Hayford) missed it. So we decided to try our cocoa liqueur and milk sans Meggin since she didn’t want to try it. After dinner Laralyn had Greek yoghurt (her response inspired the blog title…it was very natural) and then we made our concoction. The milk smelled like sour yoghurt, and apparently tasted even worse (Laralyn was brave enough to try it). We mixed the cocoa with boxed milk but that was no good either and curdled withing seconds. So we went to the bar across the street and bought Smirnoff Ices, and watched the Royal Tanenbaums, trying to forget our major failure. I am not sure what we’ll do with the rest of the cocoa liqueur (oh, it was only 2.50 GHC… should have been a hint I suppose).

Ghanaian Practical Travel Tip #70: Be aware of how much things should cost. Ghanaians find very sneaky ways to scam foreigners, usually by inflating the price of something by a small amount so that you don’t notice. If you put up a fight, however, they will usually give in and charge the right amount.


2 Responses to ““This yoghurt tastes like wild cow udder!””

  1. Mom Says:

    I have 2 things to say.

    1. You might want to explain what a fetish ceremony is

    2. I see the British have rub off on you ( yoghurt ) 😉

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