crocs.
So from the bus tickets being cancelled, not being able to get a visa, and not knowing how to get there- we surely did not think we would ever make it to Burkina Faso. But we did. From two very long bus rides, both with live poultry on them, we made it to Paga at about 2am, the town right next to the border.
The next morning, we head to the crocodile pond next to the border. The “Chief’s Pond.” Everyone who works there must be in the royal family. Our guide told us that there were over 200 crocs in the pond. We purchased a chicken as the entrance fee and followed him to one of the largest crocodiles in the pond. We all held its tail, some more afraid than others. I sat on the crocodile and pat its back. It was only scary when the croc would move suddenly and we all jumped and ran away.
The croc was apparently not hungry, and as our guide tried to force feed him the chicken, the chicken ended up just sitting on top of its mouth. It was quite bazaar. So we fed the live chicken to another crocodile, who really, really wanted it.
