We landed. It was hot. We got confused about which passport check line to stand in. It was hot. My backpack wouldn’t come. It was hot. Finally it arrived. It was hot. My supervisor Line, who arrived yesterday, met us among all the people waiting for pilgrims returning from Mekka.
We got to the guesthouse, showered, had some Burkinabe beer, rested a bit, went for dinner at a researcher’s house, felt confused about the French. Came back to the guesthouse, made the bed, exhausted – finally the chance for a good night’s sleep.
Still hot.
I’ll update you more tomorrow. Possibly. Now: oblivion.
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I had the most delicious papaya for dessert after dinner today.
Katja Malmborg 