It is weird to be so in love and so frustrated with a place at the same time. I love this country, but sometimes it drives me crazy. Not that I really blame anyone, but it does start to get wearying that all the sidewalk vendors see you as “walking cash dispensers” and that there is no good reason that you shouldn’t donate a lump of money to their (possibly invented) charitable organization.
Anyways, I love this country and I am having a very good time. I have just been thinking about this one drawback because I think my brother, maybe not used to being in such an impoverished place, is having “artisan with an association” fatigue, and it is sort of rubbing off on me.
But there are so many things that make it worth it. I can be walking into a market to buy fruit, and I’ll use a couple phrases in Moore. Before I know it, all the sassy young vendor ladies in the market will be talking and laughing with/at me, and I will remember why I love it here so much.
More specific details to come. Just got back from Bobo-Dioulasso, and will be on to the desert tomorrow.
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