Maison Chez Giuliana
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... kind we wanted. Obviously we got much nodding and positive answers. Agreeing on a price, one driver took us in the roughly correct direction, until he made a turn and ended up among stalls of handicraft merchants. We protesting wildly, and soon he began asking around for the place we were looking for. With the help of a guide we had met at our hotel, we drove away to a new place. We ended up on a street with a line of small huts, each displaying small bronze figurines. Disappointed ...
... was that her family was very tightly knit, very compact from the inside and pretty closed to the outside. Na Prisca’s constant state of being wary of strangers and her lingering suspicion that most of the people she didn’t know had to have some „angle“, to quote Paul, may have had roots in that siege mentality. Or at least that’s how it appeared to me. Maybe I was reading it all wrong. After all, I hardly knew them and I knew her only somewhat better. But ...
... was a place where Na Prisca had met with horror my every idea of taking any pictures. Last time around I’d been there, she and the cabbie of the taxi we’d been in had strongly warned me against taking any pictures there because it was „forbidden“.
Well, if it was that forbidden, I wouldn’t have seen the pictures of it on the Net prior to my visit, I guess.
Now that I was here all by myself, as I didn’t suffer from those ...
... was hosting an open mic night.....no we didn't get up and sing but we watched some very questionable singers who thought they were the next snoop dogg and some much better break dancers. We were accompanied by a very, very drunk guy who sat with us and said stuff like ' I like you peoples!' and would periodically get up and furiously shake his hips whilst waving his hands in the air...all the while grinning a massive grin....it was ...
... in his case meant being a musician. He played percussions and told me there was a place in Ouaga where he occasionally met and jammed with other musicians in the evenings. As he heard that I was a musician, as well, he asked me to come one night and check the place out. I told him that I’d be glad to, but next day I was leaving Ouagadougou and heading west to Mali.
„And this evening?“, he asked.
„It will depend on what my friend ...
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service