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Travel Blogs from Bobo Dioulasso
Spent the morning visiting the museum.
Here we started to photograph inside and were then told no
photographs. It was a shame since some of the models and masks were
very good, in addition there were some photographs of some of them
from the colonial period. We also saw a couple of different houses
built on the grounds. Here we could take pictures as well as go
inside them. One was made from straw in an igloo shape. Inside this
Following the Tiebele village visit on Day 1, we were treated to villagers playing and dancing traditional dance. They even had yours truly up there trying it out - lots of enthusiasm, but not much coordination on my part, I'm afraid. The kids danced better than I did!
After lunch, our local guide - the chief's nephew - took us to see a gold mining operation in the area. Put aside any notions you have of western style gold mining, this is back-breaking ...
... children were indeed friendly all wanting to hold hands etc - although the influence of the tourism market was evident by the constant requests for gifts and money from us. We did also see the village chief in his house (after paying the required "local tax" - again the first village to ask for one) before later making our rendezvous only 1 hour late in Segou. After a free hour to wander around (including for me the search for beer as I had previously ran out and with New Years ...
... much about the drive to Bobo-Dioulosso so imagine it was uneventful as writing this a week or so later. Circled the streets a few times before finding our accommodation – Casa Africa a small camp site with 5 or 6 rooms and enough room for us to place our tents side by side – very cosy!
Headed into town in search of a cold beer and some lunch which was great since it got us out of doing a cook group lunch! Found a restaurant that ...
... in the village - maybe a tree, or the post box, or jessops, or maybe king louis' (kind of sacred already) then we could get the turkeys from the turkey farm and feed them to whatever our sacred thing might be. Or the turkey farm turkeys could be our sacred animal..but we would then have to find some other animal to feed to the turkeys. Maybe Roger, as a member of the parish council, could bring it up at the next meeting? Just putting it out there... Love to all. ...