The canoe ride itself was an adventure. My canoe-mates paddled and my job was to bail out the water we were taking on with half of a plastic jug. As soon as we pulled away from shore, we were caught in a torrential downpour for the whole journey. Maybe it's the Seattelite in me, but I found the rain a refreshing break from the West African heat, even if we were soaked to the bone.
Visiting the village felt very awkward and I was glad we didn't stay long. The community clearly has come to rely on income from tourism, but understandably, the people did not appear to appreciate the constant intrusion of outsiders...hence the lack of locals in my photos.