We hired a canoe in the village and, reassured by our guide’s insistance that there were no crocodiles, ventured up the Ezile (pronounced ézilé) River for an hour or two. It was at this point that I started to really like Ghana.
I was in the front of the canoe, trying to take selfies. Taking selfies with my phone is a very much hit-or-miss affair. I heard a comment from the local guide behind me, to his paddling mate at the rear which to me sounded like “Cobbledegook gobbledegook gobbledegook obruni HTC gobbledegook clearthethroat gobbledegook obruni HTC”
Kat later translated what he’d said from the Twi, which was essentially “White man’s phone is some shit HTC with only front pointing camera. Has to point it backwards and hope for best. Don’t buy HTC”
We saw a number of birds, including several kingfishers.
Later on, I saw an old map of the river where we were, with an alert saying ‘crocodiles’.