Don't you just hate it when you are trying to get out of the driveway, but you can't, because there's a camel blocking the gate?
It happens to me with surprising frequency. I think it's because the local guardians like to hang out beside my front gate. (The first thing I did when we moved here was build a shady lean-to there, so it's quite the attraction.)
Well, all these guardians end up chatting with the people that wander through the neighborhood.
And at least a few times each month, we get a Tuareg tribesman coming through. They come down from the north of Burkina, or Mali or from over in Niger. They're here to sell things they've made and to just check out life in the big city. And when they start to run low on money, they can usually pick up coins by going through the residential areas, where parents will pay a few cents for their children to ride a camel for a bit.
This man didn't speak much French or Mooré, but we did understand that he had come down from Gorom Gorom. I gave him a bit of money and then asked if he'd move the camel, so I could go run my errands today. But then I got the idea of taking a picture.
Our guardian, Salfo, is on the right. I printed out copies right away, which delighted them both. Then I went off to the grocery store.
Just another morning in Ouagadougou!