What has happened since I wrote last? Tons. Can I write about it now? No. That will have to be for a later date. Possibly already tomorrow afternoon, if things go as I hope.
Elli left yesterday morning. Helena left yesterday night. I feel abandoned – although, still not quite. I’m staying with Christina, a wonderfully generous woman working at the Swedish embassy. She has a whole flock of cats that keep me company while she’s at work.
They cancelled the bus I was supposed to catch tomorrow. Also, apparently, the buses quite often get robbed at night on the highway between Tamale and Kumasi. Or break down. And take at least 24 hours to get all the way to Accra. The whole thing seems like a nightmare. Therefore, I have decided I’ll try to catch the plane tomorrow morning. No airline offices were open today, since it’s the Burkinabe independence day, so I’ll just have to believe in my luck and be there at the airport when the offices open at five in the morning.
This might be my last night in Burkina Faso. Or it might not. We’ll simply have to see.
Katja Malmborg 