Crossing the border from Ghana into Togo felt like getting back to genuine Africa.
Away from modern conveniences and into overcrowded bush-taxis, driving like there’s no tomorrow (which more than once got close to true).
We had entered the hilly
Danyi Plateau and were travelling on twisting roads through jungle-covered hills, to get to the Benedictine monastery outside the small village of
Dzogbégan. The monks at the monastery are famous for their huge orchard, attracting people from faraway to come and enjoy their produce.
Things like carambola-jam, home-processed cheese, honey vinegar and freshly baked baguettes are just a few of the products they sell.
The call of the sirens for me was the homegrown coffee, served at breakfast with the full board offered at the monastery.
As we arrived all the rooms were taken, but the friendly monks directed us to a convent only two kilometres away. The nuns at the convent where more than happy to accommodate us - offering the same full board - so I fell asleep dreaming about freshly brewed Arabica and Robusta beans.
To my disappointment the nuns served (just like everywhere else in West Africa) instant Nescafé.
But the
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