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La Palmeraie Ouagadougou

Av Agostino Neto Ouagadougou, 1873, Burkina Faso

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Буркина

A travel blog entry by 2africa

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... 1078;у в столи 95;ной кафеш 82;е, пью воду из своей бутыл 82;и и жду пиццу. Утром загля 85;ул к ...

Up in Burkina

A travel blog entry by choy

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... After a few people we turned around. Double checking our guide books, we read that the airport was in walking distance of the city center. It was a couple of hours late when we picked up Anthon outside the arrival hall.

A short drive into the northern parts of the city we set up camp in the garden of the hotel Le Pavilion Vert after a short conversation with the owner. With the entry into Burkina, we had arrived in the francophone region, which stretches the rest of ...

Vad smutsig!

A travel blog entry by mocci79

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... ligger paa et helt annet nivaa her og forventningene justeres deretter. Jeg kan bli overlykkelig over de minste ting her! Vi har hatt endel transportetapper hvor man blir sittende mye og tenke. Det er til tider ekstremt varmt og vannet man drikker er ogsaa varmt. Jeg har med et KK fra Norge og etter det var ferdiglest oppdaget jeg at jeg hadde market av alle sidene med matoppskrifter for aa lage naar jeg kommer hjem. Det gaar mye i fantasier om mat og da ...

Ouagadougou, January 18, 2009 - Sunday

A travel blog entry by the_wayfarer

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... as the first time around and I spent most of my time in a nice and relaxed conversation with Mr Jerome, Na Prisca’s father. Probably the thriller of the day arrived some time later in the shape of a girl whom I was seeing for the first time. She was allegedly a cousin and had come to have her hair done, African style. Which meant weaving new artificial hair into her natural one. That thing seemed to cost quite a bit in hairdresser’s salons, at ...

Ouagadougou, January 17, 2009 - Saturday

A travel blog entry by the_wayfarer

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... a month on the road, I was tired enough even without it. And second, sheer drinking had long stopped making any sense for me. But I wouldn’t have minded to go out once or twice. Just for the feel of an atmosphere. Just to see how locals – probably those more affluent ones – spend their evenings out.

Of course, I could have always ordered myself a taxi, asked for the name of the most popular dive and go out on my own. After all, on a certain level, how ...