I'd forgotten how the heat in Africa feels - it's not the same everywhere on the continent, but there's something 'hot' about it in a different way - maybe the dryness of the heat, or dustiness - I don't know. Maybe the smells are just different because it's a different place than Canada.
I'm in the same guesthouse that I've been in the other two times I've been here - which felt very familiar and stable - but the stability will end soon, as the owner is selling it, and MCC will have to find some other place to put guests.
Ate a beef/macaroni/cheese casserole for supper - not African fare - it was made by my hostess who is Canadian. So far the only Burkinabe thing I've done is drink the water - which has been filtered and cooled - so no direct Burkinabe experience yet, except a brief one at the airport.
I was told that I could go outside, get Burkina money to pay for my visa and come back in. I went outside, got the money, but the guard wouldn't let me back in. So I'll have to go back tomorrow morning - inefficient but technically the correct way to do it.
On the way back and forth I noticed a young woman who looked a little 'lost', and sure enough, she was a Canadian waiting for a Cdn Embassy staffperson to come and pick her up. She wondered if it was safe to stand where she was - at the entrance to the airport. A reasonable question for someone in a new circumstance surrounded by people she didn't know and had no idea how to 'read' (and who had already pestered her somewhat more than necessary with offers of rides). We assured her it was, and went on our way. I considered waiting there with her until her ride showed up, but that seemed a little more than was necessary, and my ride had a child who was going to a party, so couldn't wait on almost surely frivolous concerns.
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