It is weird, how life this close to the equator turns away from the modern age. The body adjusts to the sun. It has happened to me before, and it is happening now: the sun goes down around six. By seven, it’s pitch black. There are no street lights anywhere. Few houses have lamps strong enough to carry the light out to the street. By eight, my body tells me it’s time to go to sleep. It’s through sheer determination that I can stay awake until ten tonight to mend my straw hat and watch a little bit of Harry Potter.
In the morning, the reverse happens. I woke up at six-thirty this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. I spent more than an hour out on the porch visualizing geographical information (read: making digital maps) before Elli came out to have breakfast.
It’s a good thing, though, my body and the sun trumping the timelessness of the modern age. The midday heat is excruciating here. The best times to work are the hours just after sunrise and before sunset. Things are working out in favor of the thesis.
Me, on the other hand, will have to live with missing out on my night-cap-episode of Game of Thrones.
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And some photographs from today:
A street in central Ouagadougou.
The kids on our street. They ran after me, begging to be photographed.
Katja Malmborg 
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