Mercure Silmande 4 Ouagadougou

... particularly when compared to the low rise character of the rest of the city, with the Avenue Kwame N’Krumah as sole exception of what I’d seen so far. Unfortunately, I knew nothing about the mosque and „Lonely Planet“ people evidently hadn’t lost much sleep over providing any information about it. But it was there, and the least I could do was take some pictures. And then I roamed the neighbourhood a bit, receiving calls and ...

... bus tickets. Our first destination was Bobo-Dioulasso, Burkina’s second biggest town, which was lying to the west from Ouaga, en route to Mali. Along the way we also planned to stop by somewhere and find her a new travelling bag, and maybe some walking shoes for the trip. I warned her that high heels, much as she looked very elegant in them, wouldn’t do the trick as we’d be walking quite a bit. So we took us a taxi and she instructed the driver to get us to a spot ...

... Here at the Avenue Kwamé N’Krumah it was absolutely no problem for us to get a taxi if we chose so. The thing is, one guy who was working as some kind of a driver in the hotel offered to take us by his car, a „Nissan“ or something, to the Malian Embassy. It was more than evident that his car was at least two or three classes in better condition, and consequently more comfortable, than any taxi around. But he asked three times as much. Which was three thousand CFA ...

... the „Belle Vue“ if I wanted.

Naprisca was frowning. She just didn’t like it. But seeing me take it in stride eased h** mood, so we changed the car and went to that oth** hotel. Besides, it wasn’t far, just a street or two away, so at the end of the day nothing much changed.

The oth** hotel was hotel „Nazémsé“, a three-star thing, even if most likely that hardly meant anything. I don’t think rating in Burkina Faso matched ...

... get…

Nev**theless, I am reassured in that I will meet Fanta’s friends at the bus station upon my arrival in Dori and they are expecting me and have a hotel room ready for me. They also have excursions all ready. Unfortunately, the excursions to the sand dunes and on camels are diff**ent things. This is annoying – what is the problem with having them be one in the same? No matt**, I will just do them both! Apparently, to see the sand dunes, you have to rent a car ...

... WHAT a luxury!) Now that the vegetables and fruit were squared away, we had to pick up the chicken. Apparently, this place has some of the best chicken in town. When we arrived, the counter outside was swarmed with people. It was quite dark outside and crowds had accumulated from the wait for chicken. At least 20 chickens had been feathered and split and were roasting on a large rectangular grill in front of a long table. One young man was cooking the chicken and two were behind the ...

... feeling a little strange the last few days from possibly something I ate or lack of wat**. I had been feeling nauseous and fev**ish (although without a fev**) and thought possibly my feelings w**e influenced by my physical ache. The taxi dropped me off at the main station to find a trotro to Accra. It was market day, so people w**e ev**ywh**e it was difficult to maneuv** around them. Finally, through the thick of women selling eggs, bread, bananas, etc., on their heads and rushing to ...

... und**standing of the relevance and importance of film and this was v**y much reflected in their presence. The South African Minist** of Culture was present with a large and rath** convoy of the country’s filmmak**s, broadcast**s and more who took the brazen opportunity to push rudely past queues shouting “Let the Minist** through!” as they all tumbled in with him. SABC sponsored the opening dinn**, and many of the South African films ...

... and reading our books. A huge storm just hit with thunder and lightening; the rain is falling in sheets and the power just went out. Luckily we can work off the battery and we are sitting right by the window so we can still read our books. So much for uploading any blog material for now.

The street sellers have left so maybe when we leave, we won’t be accosted by people asking us to support them because they know that we are nice!

Dave is feeling much better this morning and Ann now has very itchy legs; it seems that the bugs like her. We went to a Turkish restaurant for breakfast. It was nice to have real coffee rather than instant which we have had since arriving in Africa. Ann and Dave both had doubles of Turkish coffee. Breakfast was again an omelette or scrambled egg depends on what you call it. Ann was given a free piece of pistachio baklava, which she enjoyed.

After the meal we went ...