Well, I've wanted to go to Ouagadougou since I was a child and I saw the name of the capital of the former Upper Volta on the globe my parents used to have as the centerpiece of a coffee table. And now I've been there. I have very mixed feelings about it. It has a certain charm, in the old French colonial way such places have charm. But it's mainly a big ugly city. The government has decided to simply tear much of it down and there are large districts of nothing but red dirt. The touts are aggressive and unrelenting. Worse than northern India, if you can imagine such a thing. And at the shops, the bargaining begins at about 600 percent of the value of the trinkets. I bought a nice little painting of Ouaga street life painted on some tin. The guy started at 65 USD! I got it for 7 USS. I never moved from my initial offer. They're just nuts. I suppose it must work some times. But, anyway, it's not a bad place. It has its charms.
Scared the shit out of this kid
The Burkinabe do not like to be photographed
Mostly
This was out in a village, well outside of the city center
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We liked how this worked out
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This guy was so drunk
He did a dance for me
My moto driver, Assan, stopped for Millet beer, at 10 am. This guy was there.
And her.
Foosball is huge.
We like the smile here
And the colors
Weariness
This girls in a thatch hut all day serving millet beer to drunken Burkinabe at 20 cents a bowl.