No, Africa is more about the interesting moments which make you stop in your tracks and go "huh?" For instance, yesterday I'm walking down a really busy street (one those pray-as-you-cross it streets) when I see 2 guys coming towards me on old fashioned roller skates - RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOTORCYCLE LANE! People are honking and swerving to avoid them, and these guys don't know how to skate: they're stumbling all over the place and going slower than molasses. But they've got huge smiles on their faces like this is the best day of their lives. Incredible.
Switch views to Dakoro, out of the big city and into the small village. Here, women and men have such distinct roles that they hardly even speak to each other. I don't know how this works, but nearly every day some women would stop by the place where I was staying to help out: cook dinner, sweep the floor, do my laundry or refill my basin with well water so I could cook and take a shower. Basically, women do everything. Men, well, they just kinda hang around all day... I know, utopia right? But seriously, it all felt pretty regressive, but it's also their culture, so who am I to judge?
One day, I went to move my chair from one shady spot to a more shady spot. A woman came up to do it for me, but I told her, no, it's OK. But she grabs the chair out of my hands and moves it for me. OK....
Here's another strange thing: it's not uncommon for men to have more than one wife. But it's more of a social status than anything. One guy I talked to said he would get another wife if he made more money, so she could help out at home. On that note, men are in charge of money, if a woman wants to buy something, she has to ask her husband for money. And she makes any money, it goes straight to the husband....I guess that means less shoes ling around.
I mean, life here is incredible, and weird, and just so bizarre. How many places have you seen a live cow strapped to the roof of a van? Or a herd of sheep hanging out on the roof of a bus, driving down the highway?
Food here leaves something to be desired. Basically, you have rice and.... rice with sauce. They make a decent peanut sauce here and you can usually get some questionable fish or chicken with your rice, if you're feeling brave. Every restaurant serves the exact same thing, even fancy places don't move far from rice & chicken. I started cooking for myself a little, just for variety, and people are shocked that I eat "so many" vegetables. Oh, but they do have a surprisingly good yogurt industry and good local bakeries (although they only bake french loafs, at least they're fresh daily). For fruit, avocados here are cheap and delicious, I'm just missing the mango season (boo!), and you can sometimes find bananas and oranges. When I get back to Germany, first thing I'm going to do is buy 3 McDonalds cheeseburgers (shocking, I know).
For entertainment, well, they host Fespaco (the Oscars of Africa) in Ouaga, but unfortunately I was out in the bush for the entirety. You can always go out for a less-than-stellar and hopefully-cold beer. And there's some good live music, but I do find that balofon music, though incredible, does feel a bit repetitive after a while. And there's no western music to speak of! People always want to listen to my ipod, then just stare at me blankly because they have no idea what to make of Mark Knopfler.
I mentioned it's hot here, basically the whole country goes on siesta from 12:00 - 15:00 every day. But at least stores are open on Sundays (take note Germany). Right now, we get rotating power outages, which really sucks when it's 40 degrees out and your A/C switches off. It is crucial to have a laptop, since you get at least one outage a day (I feel sorry for desktop users, how frustrating). What is neat is that everyone comes out at night, and Burkina is one of the least threatening places I've ever been, so it's cool to wander around, maybe grab a beer. They say that during the day, it's hot as hell, and at night, it's hot as heaven.
I do like how non-touristy Burkina is: People don't try to sell you stuff (and hardly even acknowledge your presence) for the most part. Really, the only Europeans who come here work for NGOs or development companies, and a (very) few tourists.
So, it's a pretty relaxed lifestyle. Nothing outstanding, but I can't complain too much. Living here is comfortable, I really enjoy the work I'm doing, and I'll probably come back for a few months in September for my Master Thesis project.
Well, that's gone on long enough. Now let's have Toto play us out...
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