I'm in Burkina Faso. Who goes there on holiday?
So far it's not disappointing, we spent a night in Bobo and that seemed like a proper city, a far cry from what I was expecting the seventh poorest country in the world to be like. I should probably qualify that last statement - the moment I decided that Bobo seemed like a proper city I was sharing the front seat of a taxi, weaving through donkeys on a dirt track, in the city centre so it could just be that Mali reset my benchmark to a lower grade.
We headed straight into the Burkinabe countryside, to Sindou Peaks, the country's premier tourist attraction. It lived up to the hype, we watched the sun set over the Cote d'Ivoire. The colours were something else.
In other news, I swapped my t-shirt with a random in a bar. As one does.
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