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I drove to North. The landscape became more dry.
Every meter more hot. The wind in the car, at other times fresh, brought
only one hot air. So I arrived Yako and then Quahigoya. Took the last petrol
and the last money got myself with a grilled chicken.
After the lunch I drove in the direction border. The tared road was finish - dirt road. A big and long dust cloud was behind my car. When I stoped - it would overtaken me. But it didn't it and came in the car to me. I've experienced some things, but this is more dry as dry. The only one wet was my sweat. |
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And the border was also a nice experience. The
police of border and the customs are in one of the last villages before the
border. I must looked for the offices. Police. Customs. Police of the
border. Not in the same house. No, every office on a other place. I didn't
need much time. It was fast. But a long time the poeple looked in my
passport with the many visas. And now came the carious questions and the
small talk wasn't small - it was a long small talk. Well, so much poeple
don't cross the border here and so I was a nice time in your boring waiting
time.
Three days Burkina Faso. Not so much time for a picture about this country. Now I needed more time for my French. Learn words and stay on the same place as 10 month before - all strange and nobody understand me or better - I understand nobody. But one impression I have - the green landscape of the South, of Ghana, become dry here. The Sahara will be come. So I see my last picture of Burkina Faso. And now will be come Mali. |
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