June is peak mango season in this part of the world. There were mangoes being sold everywhere.
Huge truckloads being taken in from the villages to the market towns, here in Tekondogo in southern Burkina Faso.
Being in season, the mangos were so cheap. You could get five or more mangoes for the equivalent of a euro, depending on the size of the fruit. And they were so good. Sweet and soft and so juicy. I ate at least a couple a day during my whole stay.
I did eat some other fruits too. This we bought from some kids on the side of the road. It’s called wade in more, and Mansour, one of our Burkinabe partners, said that it’s a wild fruit that the kids pick and sell by the side of the road for pocket money.
It consisted of a cluster of stones, all covered in a layer of sweet, but very tart orange fruit. It tasted very similar to the palm fruit, alamamba, that I tried down by the coast in Ghana last Christmas. In taste, it kind of had some similarities with grapes, but not at all in texture, and it was VERY tart.
Oh, I like trying new fruit.
Katja Malmborg 