Fall break is here, and half my time in Ghana is past. While many of my colleagues chose to exit West Africa for the vacation, I decided to return to Togo. Granted, my reasons were not impressive. I really just wanted to eat a legitimate cheeseburger (Ghana doesn't specialize in the cow department, i.e. beef or cheese) and swim in an ocean that plays well with others.
I arrived in Aflaeo via tro-tro, a raggedy, van-like bus service, in less than four hours and crossed the border into Lomé with relative ease. I was immediately greeted by "Bonjour," motorcycle taxis and blaring heat. Though my cultural pursuits for this journey were lacking, I was in luck. Lomé was hosting both an annual beer fest and Africa's qualifying games for Olympic volleyball.
I spent the remainder of the weekend swimming in paradise, enjoying French-influenced food at our hotel, dancing at festivals and dodging motorcycle herds (hence, "Togo Moto"). I returned home Sunday afternoon, ready to start working on my documentary--the story of an aspiring footballer (soccer player) on Accra's biggest team, Hearts of Oak.