I had seen the whole village, and it was time to go. We got in the canoe and headed back to Beyin.
We waved to a family on the way.
The fence in the water guides fish into traps.
In the forest swamp.
Passing through the last of the forest swamp, we are close to the end of our canoe trip.
A herd of cattle was grazing in the marshy fields near the end of the trip where canoes are launched. As we approached the launch area, I saw a couple of tourists getting ready to embark on their visit to Nzulezu.
It was lunch time. Stanley asked if there was a restaurant in Beyin village and was directed to one near the Amansuri Conservation and Integrated Development Project office where I had paid the visitor’s fee to Nzulezu.
The restaurant was right on the beach, and the view was beautiful. However, they weren’t ready to serve anyone yet. The only thing that was ready was rice and fish, and I don’t eat fish or seafood of any kind. So we left the lovely view, and as there were no other restaurants in town, we got in the Land Rover and prepared to leave Beyin.
We passed a chop bar as we were leaving Beyin village, but even though I had told Stanley I lived in a Togolese village for two years and was used to local food, he probably thought a chop bar like this would be an unsuitable place for me to eat.