|
|||||||
|
|||||||
|
|||||||
..... | ..... |
|
|||||
The Welcoming Committee
Selling water to go |
OUAHIGOUYA ..........Someone I met said this place was as big as Bobo Dioulasso. However, the farther we drove, the more barren and desolate things became. I couldn't imagine another Bobo. I was right. Ouahigouya was a dry, dusty, town complete with buzzards. I found a ride on the back of a truck that same afternoon and was glad not to have to stay in that dust bowl. I thought things were desolate before Ouahigouya. It was an absolute wasteland outside of town. The truck detoured off the main road but I wasn't sure why. In the middle of nowhere, not on any sort of road, we had a flat tire. I figured we'd spend the night in one of the villages with igloo huts made of sticks. I stayed in the corner of the truck trying to sleep and not breathe dust. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, we by-passed the checkpoint at the Mali border and entered the country illegally. Why? The truck was smuggling goods into the country. Nothing like drugs. No, we had mattresses. I wish I'd been able to use one of them while traveling. |
||||||
MARTIN | MARTIN | ||||||
Copyright 1998 by Phillip Martin All rights reserved. |