I mean, Oslo: really pretty, but so eye-wateringly expensive that if I gave it the letter I would be sick in my mouth. Ottawa: really good museums and some half decent sights, but somehow manages to be entirely soulless.
Which pretty much leaves Ouagadougou. Now, I really liked Burkina Faso, although that had next to nothing to do with the capital; Bobo, the second city, is far more charming. But when I got to Waga I was still on a Burkinabe high. Crocodiles, hyenas and a whole heap of takeaway yoghurt did just enough to keep me smiling, and get Africa its first city on the board.
O is for Ouagadougou
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