Welcome to Ouaga

After an eight hour layover in Paris- involving cards and much iPod craziness- we took a larger than expected plane to Ouaga. I'm in Africa!

I love it. We met the in-country staff on the tarmac and took a bus to the airport. The airport is a single room split into pre- and post- security sections that receives five flights per day. There were many employees in red coats who helped us with our bags. All the locals returning from their trips stood around chatting and patiently waiting for their bags. No stress; no impatience.

We all piled into vans and drove through Ouaga to the SIL, a hostel-like place where we'd be staying for the next two nights. Several observations:
-Stopping at red lights is completely optional.
-There are motos everywhere.
-Little shops/shacks/homes line the streets, which are wide paved roads (two lanes) that abruptly turn into a dirt shoulder.

Our turn off was a dirt road with no noticeable markings. SIL is very nice and even has bathrooms and electricity. It is very similar to living in an outdoors dorm. Not bad at all.