Consistent with
other towns in the region, Aneho offered few options for breakfast.
Omelet table that were sometimes available in the past were no where to be
found. One option was porridge. The porridge seller offered
drive up serve. Buyers were arriving by motorcycle, bought a back of
porridge and then drove away -- you could bring your own container or have
it delivered in a plastic bag.
 Leaving
Aneho, the road traffic was light, the secondary roads were paved and in
good repair and the air was fresh -- even if a little saturated with water.
Overall it is a delightful combination of qualities for going out to learn
about the world.
Southern
Togo has a long and strong tradition of practicing traditional religion, but
this is being challenged with a new campaign for the hearts and minds of the
people; larger than life-size crucifixes are sprouting up at major
intersections along the country roads inland from Aneho.
This is clearly an agricultural area. Many of the farms looked much
larger than are typical in the forest belt along the coast. The large
farms in this area are planted in cassava / manioc and corn /maize.

 Long
before we ever saw a town it was clear from the traffic on the road that we
were approaching a town preparing for a market day. The photos are
biased towards bicycles and don't fairly represent the number of loads and
the variety of goods being head carried in to stock the stalls.

As we came into town, it was clear that it was market day in Vogan.

 We
had another leg to ride to reach Togoville. As you enter Togoville
from the north there is a monument to Togolese-German friendship. It
has an African and a Europen on the back of a dove with its wings raised.
Historically, Togoland is significant as it was the site of the signing of a
treaty between the German explorer Gustav Nachtigal and Chief Mlapa III in
1884, establishing a German Protectorate and conveying colonial power and
privilege to the Germans. Togoville was the initial German colonial capital.
The town's hotel is name after Herr Nachitgal.
If
you approach Togoville from the south you will see that it is bordered by a
long lake, Lake Togo. ("Togo" is an Ewe (pronounced Ev'hé) word meaning "lake" or
"lagoon," so Lake Togo is redundant.} Since 1884, Togoland and later
just Togo became synonymous for the
entire region under colonial control -- never mind that there are almost no
natural lakes in the rest of the country.
[Most tourist arrive from the lake side and they don't have a universally
good time in Togoville; useless guides, extravagant prices, surprise
charges, hustles and hassles are a common welcome at the lake shore.]
My
favorite piece of art in town is an elder and boy facing each other --
perhaps a father and son. The older man is traditional dressed,
sitting on a traditional stool and holding a traditional staff, with a look of wisdom.
The boy is western dressed and sitting on western chair backwards, being hip, but attentive. The sculpture prompts the
African proverb "When an elder
dies it is like a library burning down."
For most tourist,
the reason to come to Togoville is to see the Voodoo (also Voudou, Voudoun,
Vodou) shrines, alters and icons, often simply called fetishes. The lumping
together of so many different kinds of places and objects as "fetishes"
raise the question of what is the difference between the three and which is
which in Togoville. So we grabbed some definitions off the Internet:
 Shrine:
A holy or sacred place, which is dedicated to a specific deity, ancestor,
hero, martyr, saint, daemon or similar figure of awe and respect, at which
they are venerated or worshipped. Shrines often contain idols, relics, or
other such objects associated with the figure being venerated.
 Altar:
Any structure upon which offerings such as sacrifices and votive offerings
are made for religious purposes, or some other sacred place where ceremonies
take place.
Icon: A representation of an personage or object, often something sacred
as in a saint, angel or Christ.
Fetish: The attribution of religious or mystical qualities to inanimate
objects.
So altars are often
found in shrines and in on or around shrine and altars are objects that are
one person's venerated figure is another person's fetish, and visa versa.
In Voodoo there are male and female sacred spaces (shrines, altars and
icon figures). Larger sacred spaces are overseen by a priest or priestess.
Smaller sacred spaces may be the property of a family and attended to by
that family. Interestingly, female sculptures are covered with roofs
and male sculptures are not -- left out in the beating sun.
 The area around
Togoville has long been one of the hearts of Voodoo. Not to be out
done, the Germans erected a large church, or Cathedral, in the center of
town in 1910. The stained glass windows are beautiful, especially from
inside.
In the early 1970's the Virgin Mary appeared here,
prompting the building of a shrine and the Pope John Paul II to visit in
August, 1985, on Apostolic Voyage 27 (he made a total of 104). During the
visit the Pope is said to have prayed for the first time with animists and
paid homage to a sacred snakes. The boat he used to cross the lake is
now considered sacred and sits on a pedestal.
Amidst the struggle for the heart and minds of the faithful that the tourist spend a lot of time
parsing, there is normal life in Togoville; people carrying on there
daily business, children looking for the next amusement in a non-electric
environment -- sometimes it is a tourist -- people taking a bicycle ride,
etc.

We left left
Togoville by the Lake Togo marine highway.

Back on the coastal highway, even with the increased traffic a paved
shoulder made travel relatively pleasant until we came to the outskirts of
Lome. Prior to that our timing was good for accompanying some cheerful
student bicycling from school to their homes.

The hell of riding into Lome didn't lend itself to photography. From the
saddle, the coastal road into Lome is chaotically busy, dusty and smoky.
While the shoulder disappears and the road become pocked with potholes,
piles of loose sand and other hazards, cars, motorcycles and huge trucks
whizzed by within inches. The only road passes through an industrial zone. The
air, hazy with the sand, dust and dirt of the big
industries, coated our clothes, faces, teeth, noses, and lungs with toxic
residue. Unless you are hardcore it is a little anti-climatic.
Before arriving in purgatory a cheerful art gallery had a piece of
two-wheeled art in the yard that lifts the spirit. It is much more
representative of the journey. Let this be the parting shot and memory.
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