27 April, 2008 – (4 hours approximately)
This time we set off from the Auberge hotel with Will Chen in the back seat. Wall was the Canadian-Chinese young missionary I had met, along with his 22yr-old pilot missionary friend, Caleb Ng, at the Auberge hotel in Bobo. Will slept through most the journey. There were scores of little villages, dotted along the tarred road between Bobo and Ouaga. The European Union (EU) had made sure to clearly advertised itself as the donor of the tarred road, which served both man and beast, car and bicycle. At times it did feel like we were the only ones travelling on the road, though we often came across the occasional broke down lorry or passenger bus. Some of the villages and towns we passed included Sabou, Bomboro, Ouezindougou, to name a few, most seemed to end with ‘ou’!!! Anyway our arrival into Ouaga was quite unspectacular. Further in, the city turned out be quite lovely, well planned and easy to navigate, and yet again in the middle of Jazz in Ouaga festival. How lucky could I get. It meant a week of music, music and more music!!
This time we set off from the Auberge hotel with Will Chen in the back seat. Wall was the Canadian-Chinese young missionary I had met, along with his 22yr-old pilot missionary friend, Caleb Ng, at the Auberge hotel in Bobo. Will slept through most the journey. There were scores of little villages, dotted along the tarred road between Bobo and Ouaga. The European Union (EU) had made sure to clearly advertised itself as the donor of the tarred road, which served both man and beast, car and bicycle. At times it did feel like we were the only ones travelling on the road, though we often came across the occasional broke down lorry or passenger bus. Some of the villages and towns we passed included Sabou, Bomboro, Ouezindougou, to name a few, most seemed to end with ‘ou’!!! Anyway our arrival into Ouaga was quite unspectacular. Further in, the city turned out be quite lovely, well planned and easy to navigate, and yet again in the middle of Jazz in Ouaga festival. How lucky could I get. It meant a week of music, music and more music!!
Pictures: Ouaga's answer to the Eiffel Tower, artistes on stage at the Jazz in Ouaga festival, local musicians at the Musée de la Musique in Ouaga.
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