On Tuesday, i met my guide at 9 A.M and we left for Bazoule to go see a lake with sacred crocodiles I was never told why they were sacred, but they were huge. We arrived and got a guide who took us to see the tortoises.
Next we went along a pat that would take us to the lake of sacred crocodiles. We passed one that was supposedly over 100 years old along the way and then stopped at a small area where there was pictures that depicted general information about crocodiles, such as what they eat and what eats them. Then we came to a little bay area where i was told i could sit on the crocodile. i was a little skeptical because she looked big enough to bite off a few limbs if she waned, but i was assured that she was rather old ad used to it, so i did what anyone would do and sat on top of the croc.
From here we went to another little beach which had even more crocodiles. They used some live baby chickens t attract even more ( i was a little disturbed by this because I'm an animal lover, but they've got to eat) and soon we were swarmed with crocodiles. Unlike the tourists who eyed the approaching crocodiles uneasily, the guides seemed unfazed by all of this. We got the opportunity to not only sit on another crocodile but to also shake it's hand and lift it's tail. The guides gave me little choice so , hesitantly, i approached the crocodile and did so. Their skin turned out to be softer than i thought it would be!
Next we went to see a little monkey named Bubu. This was my favorite part of the trip. The sad part was that she was chained to a tree, however she did a have a large range to move around because the chain could also attach to a wire that allowed her to explore a bit more. The guide tried to coax her down with apples which worked but she didn't want to get any closer. I offered her my banana and that worked perfectly.
The tour culminated at a few artisan huts where i looked at work by the locals. I saw a beautiful cloth painting of a Baobab , but didnt buy it because i wanted to be able to pay my guide :/ . All in all it was a great trip and i greatly recommend visiting Bazoule if you're ever in Burkina Fasso.
Until Next Time
-Katie
Next we went along a pat that would take us to the lake of sacred crocodiles. We passed one that was supposedly over 100 years old along the way and then stopped at a small area where there was pictures that depicted general information about crocodiles, such as what they eat and what eats them. Then we came to a little bay area where i was told i could sit on the crocodile. i was a little skeptical because she looked big enough to bite off a few limbs if she waned, but i was assured that she was rather old ad used to it, so i did what anyone would do and sat on top of the croc.
From here we went to another little beach which had even more crocodiles. They used some live baby chickens t attract even more ( i was a little disturbed by this because I'm an animal lover, but they've got to eat) and soon we were swarmed with crocodiles. Unlike the tourists who eyed the approaching crocodiles uneasily, the guides seemed unfazed by all of this. We got the opportunity to not only sit on another crocodile but to also shake it's hand and lift it's tail. The guides gave me little choice so , hesitantly, i approached the crocodile and did so. Their skin turned out to be softer than i thought it would be!
Next we went to see a little monkey named Bubu. This was my favorite part of the trip. The sad part was that she was chained to a tree, however she did a have a large range to move around because the chain could also attach to a wire that allowed her to explore a bit more. The guide tried to coax her down with apples which worked but she didn't want to get any closer. I offered her my banana and that worked perfectly.
The tour culminated at a few artisan huts where i looked at work by the locals. I saw a beautiful cloth painting of a Baobab , but didnt buy it because i wanted to be able to pay my guide :/ . All in all it was a great trip and i greatly recommend visiting Bazoule if you're ever in Burkina Fasso.
Until Next Time
-Katie
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