In about 30 hours I’ll be getting on a plane to visit the good ole USA for the first time in two plus years. I can’t wait! The three F’s: family, friends, and food.
I had a good chuckle on the bus from village yesterday. We’ve had some big rains the past couple of weeks, so it was even later than normal picking me up in Tcheriba. There were no seats left (including the benches in the aisle), but the five or six of us from Tcheriba shoved our way on anyways. I spent the entire ride to Koudougou standing between some woman’s legs, balancing against the potholes in the road trying not to fall onto her. Just outside of Koudougou we stopped to let off a few pasangers. Unfortunately the driver was a bit antsy and refused to stop long enough to let back on those who wanted to continue. We left a dude and a little girl, despite the fact that everyone was screaming at the driver to stop. Just after leaving the garage in Koudougou to continue to Ouaga, a fight broke out between two of the five or six guys who were riding in the rear stairwell. So we stopped to throw them off the bus. A little kid behind me exclaimed “Quel voyage!” Indeed. I wonder if this will happen on my Air France flight tomorrow. Something tells me probably not.
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