Do you like adventures in the dark? Have you ever contemplated hanging out on an African beach at night?
As an expat and traveler, I’m not usually enthusiastic about going on excursions en masse with a group of others, but one time while living in Ghana, West Africa, my man and I signed up for a guided evening trip to the beach to watch one of Mother Nature’s great wonders. Well, that was the idea . . .
It’s Saturday night and thirty of us foreigners in a caravan of cars are on the way to the beach in the hope of watching the leatherback turtles lay there eggs. We’ve all brought food and wine to have a picnic first and fortify ourselves for the adventure. My love and I are in our own little rattle box of a Kia and our friend Mark is riding with us. Most of the road is a terrible stretch of potholes or just dirt and no pavement at all and we’re glad when the caravan comes to a stop. We all get out of our cars.
“We are here,” announces one of the turtle scouts, his voice confident.
We see no here. We see no there. Barely visible are some shadowy coconut palms and several black pigs crossing the road in front of us. (No, I don’t know why black pigs cross the road.) Without electricity powering anything at all, dark is very dark.
People mysteriously emerge out of the nocturnal void and are standing around watching us. We can see the whites of their eyes and an occasional pale-colored piece of clothing. I did mention it was dark, did I not?
We’re informed that in order to get to the beach, we must hike through the village. The village headman has been located and a meeting is in progress – negotiations for passage through the hamlet, as well as for the recruitment of muscle to help us transport our picnic gear – baskets, and mats and coolers and chairs – to the beach. Needless to say, terms of agreement will include a monetary transfer for services rendered.
So we wait. Finally, negotiations successfully concluded, we safari on foot through the silent, shadowy village, a sliver of a moon the only light apart from our flashlights. Strapping young guys carry our gear on their heads, you know, like porters in Out of Africa.
The paths are wide and sandy. The huts are mud with thatch roofs and are merely shapes in the darkness. A few silent human forms are faintly visible, lounging in doorways or sitting on the ground. We see some livestock, an occasional oil lamp. Silence. The place appears mostly deserted. It is just after eight but it seems like the dead of night. The lack of activity feels a bit sinister to me, but then I have a fertile imagination.
Photo © Julien Simery
As Ghanaian villages go, this is a large one; it takes us at least seven minutes to trek through it to the beach. We hear the waves, big, noisy Atlantic Ocean waves, so we know we have arrived.
We arrange our blankets, mats and beach chairs. Open come the coolers. We share our goodies – gourmet stuff such as black caviar (left over from Mark’s Russian party last week), a selection of cheeses, smoked fish pâté, homemade lemon bars, and death-by-chocolate brownies, wine and other delectables. The entire village population materializes out of nowhere and gathers around to watch this decadent spectacle. Pretty embarrassing, come to think of it, all that conspicuous and copious consumption. Sort of Ugly-Americanish, although let me hasten to remind you I’m not American myself. Then again, I did bring the smoked fish pâté.
The food consumed, the turtle gurus give us their little spiel. We are all going on an expedition along the beach to a place that’s supposed to be a prime nesting site. Our possessions will be guarded by people from the village. Two of the three guides will strike out a little ahead of us, and if they spot a leatherback female laying eggs, they’ll flash their torch three times. We will then approach quietly. No talking. No flashlights, please.
Replete with food, sluggish with wine and dripping with sweat we slog through the sand in dead darkness, looking for signs of turtle life. I see nothing. From the invisible vastness comes the roar of the surf, but I can’t even see the waves.
One of the guides walks with the three of us, which affords us the opportunity to ask him questions. We are given a few statistics, such as that these leatherback sea turtles are the largest reptiles on earth, that only 1 in a 100 baby turtles actually makes it alive into the ocean, and that egg-laying season here runs from November through March or April. It is now March. Photo © Kuenzlen
My mate asks if the local people will catch and eat the turtles or the eggs.
“Oh no!” says the pundit adamantly, “that is taboo!” No eating of turtle, no eating of eggs. Like we believe this. He talks some more about the nests, which are abandoned by the turtle moms once the eggs are laid and covered up with sand. The nests, however, are often disturbed by dogs and birds who will make a meal of the eggs.
“Do people search for the nests and eat the eggs?” I ask innocently.
“Oh, yes,” says he, “it’s a delicacy.”
Gotcha! is what I want to say, but don’t. There is the official pitch, and then there is the truth that sometimes slips through.
We trudge on, peering into the black yonder, hoping to see the scouts’ flashlights. Nothing. The air is balmy with a touch of humid. I’m lying. It’s muggy and clammy and sweat drips down my back and chest. Clearly, it takes sacrifices to see one of nature’s great wonders.
It’s been well over an hour now and we feel more and more like the Israelites wandering the dessert, schlepping ourselves endlessly through the sand, seeing no flashing lights in the distance, only darkness. No turtles in sight. Hopelessness and despair sets in and I pray to any deity who’ll listen that it’s not going to take forty years before we return to the land of caviar and wine.
Finally the turtle experts gather us around and regretfully inform us that they’ve spotted no tracks indicating that the big mamas have come ashore to reconnoiter the area. Signs of such exploration normally mean, they tell us, that the massive reptiles have retreated into the sea to return later in the night with all their sisters in tow for the egg-laying orgy. Since no tracks have been discovered, no leatherbacks are expected later.
Really, one of the turtle scholars says helpfully, we should come in November. Disillusioned and exhausted, we drag ourselves back to camp, where we crash, have a cold drink, pack up our stuff
and safari back through the slumbering village, which is even darker and quieter than before.
Then we hear music. Drumming! Singing! It perks me up immensely. We see a light, an oil lamp, and a small group of people gathered in a compound. Maybe the villagers are trying to cheer us up, us being so disappointed and all.
But no, this is not the case.
Somebody has died. It’s a wake.
Past more huts we plod, seeing a goat, a dog, a few curious children, still up. The men guarding our vehicles are sound asleep on mats. We pack everything into our cars and pay dash money to the porters who happily wave us farewell.
Off we go, back down the washboard road, rattling our little Kia and our kidneys. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again in November,” says my man to my surprise. “But minus the picnic.”
“Why?” I ask, yawning. “It’s fun eating on the beach.”
“It’s obnoxious for a bunch of obrunis to sit around gorging food with all these poor village people watching on. It’s insensitive. It’s a disgusting spectacle.”
What can I say? The man is right.
It’s close to 2:00 a.m. when we roll into bed. Just before I turn off my bedside lamp, my eye catches a cute baby lizard scooting across the wall. It’s not a thousand-pound leatherback turtle, but it’s a reptile. For now, it’s the one Mother Nature has on offer, and I’d better be happy.
It could have been a snake, coiled on my pillow.
Photo © Tim Little
Have you ever seen sea turtles lay their eggs? Or have you had another interesting adventure with exotic animals? I know some of you live or have lived near or in rainforest jungles. So tell up!
Seeing one of those living dinosaurs would’ve been an incredible experience! I’ve always wanted to go to africa.
Oh what a shame that you never saw the turtle Reminds me that we were send to a spot here in NZ were we could see lots of pinguins We waited for hours but at leat we saw one
Groetjes uit nz
Very very nice. I’m Ghanaian and I’m trying so hard to figure out which village that was. Very vivid stuff. Love it.
Yes, yes, and yes!
I saw the turtles at my husband’s family beach house in Beaufort, SC.
Exotic animals? I just put up a short post about some of the exotic foods I have consumed as an expat.
Lived near a jungle rain forest? In Venezuela we lived in the indian village for over a decade. We were two weeks away from any road, electricity, medical aid, or stores.
I saw the turtles laying eggs at night at old ningo in Ghana and it was beautiful. One of the most amazing things I have ever seen. I hope one day you will also get to see this.
Marja, only one penguin! Maybe you’ll go there again and see masses. Abbynah, okay, I’ll give it away: It was at Old Ningo, the same place Anonymous (below) saw the real deal. The photo is not of Old Ningo, but of Ada Foah, much alike and where the olive ridley turtles come to nest. Jungle Mom, Yes, you’ve lived a very exotic life! Not sure if I’d be ready to be as adventurous as you. Actually, I am sure: I’m not. I’ve heard about the turtles in North Carlina. It must have been really exciting… Anonymous, you were the lucky… Read more »
Oh dear – poor you. I would love to see turtles lay their eggs.
I have, however, swum with piranhas and been chased up a beach by a crocodile in Australia. Oh – and swum with sharks in Fiji.
Oh – and been chased by a shark in Oz – to be saved at the last minute by a dolphin.
mmmm.. wonder if I have used up my nine lives by now?
Oh, I’m so thrilled to have found your blog via Best Posts of The Week. What a fascinating life you lead! I’ve also been an expat for most of my adult life – mostly in various parts of Africa (right next to you in Nigeria, in fact.) and the Caribbean.
I’ve seen turtles laying eggs in Pangani in Tanzania. One of the most memorable nights of my life.
I’m off now to read more of your posts – so nice to have ‘met’ you!
That sounds like such a great adventure! Thanks for sharing it with us!