Communication and community, Ouagadougou. 2 Sep, Sun

As of today I am typing my 142 post in both blogs. Wow, that means a bit of activity in the travels, since the start of the USA. And I don’t think this includes the pages, only the posts.
First I want to explain the post title, something which can be determined from the text in [...]

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What’s the time Mr Wolf? Ouagadougou. 1 Sep, Sat

Rain, and a whole lot of it. That is, until 1030 heures, and at 11oo heures Jean came around. I think considering he is in his trial period that he is taking this whole situation at a relatively relaxed pace. On his arrival, coincidentally, I downloaded a number of software upgrades and went to the [...]

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VIEWING A NEW BURKINA, Ouagadougou. 31 Aug, Fri

Thinking my converter had been misplaced at Schiphol Airport, I was a man on a mission (well, more to the point) to the extent of telling Miriam of the situation and that otherwise the photos would need to stop from this time forth. Ha, and the trip had only basically started. The thing that made [...]

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Jean & Purdi, Ouagadougou. 30 Aug, Thu

The previous night Donat had approached me and asked to observe Purdi’s reaction at the completed maissonette. On my awakening John (Jean in French) came in at 8.15am and Purdi 5 minutes later. Listening intently to Purdi’s actions, and reactions, I heard him make some guttural noises in the maisonette and appeared in the maison. [...]

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Curse of the volunteers, Ouagadougou. 29 Aug, Wed

A healthy length of sleep was soon to be ended. The banging that echoed through the area was soon to be discovered from the newest addition to the helpers list.
The man had been here previously and from now on his name shall be Purdi, I don’t know why, but do know that that really is [...]

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Cracking the fondations of waste, Ouagadougou. 28 Aug, Tue

Maybe I was still slightly sick, but in all I felt like more of a waste to the whole Reciproka organisation. I mean, this morning, once again, it was a fairly non-eventful time and I felt like I was being spoilt. This thought comes about with Canazui mentioning about me needing to go and eat [...]

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BRONZING BALBOA, Ouagadougou. 27 Aug, Mon

Talk about a rain to remember. The end of the rain was coming and it really did make the start of the day one to forget. Roland had told Miriam how his house had been slightly flooded from the severest part of the storm, the previous night, and one room was slightly out of service. [...]

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