Some places were just cheap dives. Some had once been nice, but were now past their prime. Most, however, were interesting in one way or another. And a few were outstanding. I’ll feature a couple of them in my next postings.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
A Week Off in Ouaga
Kathy & I took some time off this past week. It sure felt good to sleep in, linger over our cups of coffee as long as possible, and leisurely read magazines or books without having to keep an eye on the clock. However, we also did something I’ve been wanting to do for a while: check out some of the different restaurants and guesthouses in the city. Not only does this give me a chance to indulge my desire for urban exploration and for being the first in my circle of friends and acquaintances to find something new & interesting, but it might also give me some ideas for our upcoming anniversary! How’s that for efficiency? :)
First, I looked up places on the Internet and plotted their locations on Google Maps. Then, armed with these visual directions, we headed out on the streets of Ouaga to find them. Some were easier than others. Ouaga has very few street names and even the local people rarely know them, so there’s not much use asking them for directions. The best I could often do was count the number of streets or blocks from a major intersection. Even then, we often ended up driving around and around until we found what we thought was the location and knocked on the courtyard gate. Quite a few had no signage whatsoever, making even the clients who found them on the Internet engage in a game of hide and seek to actually find their physical location! Heaven forbid you arrived in Ouaga at night and had to find the place in the dark!
Some places were just cheap dives. Some had once been nice, but were now past their prime. Most, however, were interesting in one way or another. And a few were outstanding. I’ll feature a couple of them in my next postings.
Some places were just cheap dives. Some had once been nice, but were now past their prime. Most, however, were interesting in one way or another. And a few were outstanding. I’ll feature a couple of them in my next postings.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
To Catch a Thief
Over the past several months, we’ve been suffering from a series of thefts on our Centre in Ouagadougou. In most cases, it was just items of food from the common kitchens of some of the guesthouses. But in a few cases it was more serious: a significant quantity of cash and a couple of cell phones. And these were in otherwise locked apartments! So whoever it was had access to keys.
Initial suspicion, of course, fell on some of our local employees. We called several employee meetings to explain what was happening and to encourage them to report any information they might have to help solve the problem. We discovered that one of our employees was being careless with his keys and took steps to correct the situation, but the thefts continued.
A break came when a lady reported a theft of sweets from a room in her apartment. This narrowed our suspicions to a particular group of workers who, fortunately, were not regular employees but short-term contract workers. However, the trick was to catch them at it.
The most consistent thefts took place in the communal kitchens, so Kathy planted some food items there and by discretely checking on them at regular intervals during the day, we were able to determine that the thief tended to operate during lunch and siesta time. Finally, I determined to stake out one of these kitchens by concealing myself in a guestroom across the way, from where I watch discretely through a window.
On the appointed day, I installed myself on a chair by the slightly open window in the guestroom, prepared to put in the several hours ahead of me in watching to hopefully catch the thief in action. This, however, was nearly my undoing because the event happened much sooner and much more quickly than I could ever have anticipated!
After only 10 minutes of watching, I turned my head to look quickly around the semi-darkened room behind me in order to give my eyes a break. When I turned back, someone in a light grey outfit was already halfway into the kitchen! I hadn’t heard a thing! You can bet that I was watching intently for the person to reappear! I did not want to miss this opportunity to identify the culprit.
When he came out, it was a young man that I did not immediately recognize. However, he had a chunk of bread in his hand, one of the morsels Kathy had planted there the day before. Quickly and quietly, he closed the kitchen door and moved off. I debated whether or not to rush out and confront him, but lost the opportunity in the time it took me to have the thought. So I quickly left the room and made my way back up to the front of the Centre.
As I went, I caught glimpses of someone in a light grey outfit flitting among the buildings and vegetation opposite me. But every time I stopped to get a better look, the person also stopped, always just out of sight. I decided that my best bet was to go back to my office, from where I could get a broad view of the entrance to the Centre as well as the path the thief was likely to take to get there.
I watched for several minutes along the direction from which I anticipated the thief to come. But nothing happened. So I looked at the entrance. There he was! Evidently he had fooled me by switching from his intended path. I still did not recognize him, so I called the guard at the gate and asked who that young man was. It turned out to be the son of someone on one of our sub-contracted work crews. Telling the father about his son’s behaviour was not a pleasant task, but it had to be done. We asked that he not be allowed back on the Centre and the father did not hesitate to agree to this, declaring that he would deal with the boy at home.
Several days later, on a Saturday morning, we arrived on the Centre to do something and were surprised to see one of our Centre hosts there, the person who is responsible to deal with anything that comes up on the weekends. It turned out that he had been called by the guard on duty at the gate because the young man had come back saying that his father had sent him to check out something! However, since his name was not on the list of approved people to come on the Centre that weekend, the guard had insisted on checking his story. Good thing for us he did!
After the guard had made his phone call, the young man said he needed to go and pick up his bicycle, which was supposedly under repair nearby. He never came back. And when the Centre host arrived, he did a tour of the Centre wall to make sure the thief had not tried another way of entry. Outside the back wall, near where the communal kitchens were located, he spotted two young men on bicycles that fled as he approached. Chances were high that the thief had brought along some accomplices to whom he could throw things over the wall in one last, big, robbery attempt.
The lesson? It’s not enough to identify a thief and think that this will encourage him to mend his ways, or at least discourage him from attempting to try it again. There appears to be no shame in being discovered. Assume the thief will try again and take the necessary steps to make sure he doesn’t succeed!
Initial suspicion, of course, fell on some of our local employees. We called several employee meetings to explain what was happening and to encourage them to report any information they might have to help solve the problem. We discovered that one of our employees was being careless with his keys and took steps to correct the situation, but the thefts continued.
A break came when a lady reported a theft of sweets from a room in her apartment. This narrowed our suspicions to a particular group of workers who, fortunately, were not regular employees but short-term contract workers. However, the trick was to catch them at it.
The most consistent thefts took place in the communal kitchens, so Kathy planted some food items there and by discretely checking on them at regular intervals during the day, we were able to determine that the thief tended to operate during lunch and siesta time. Finally, I determined to stake out one of these kitchens by concealing myself in a guestroom across the way, from where I watch discretely through a window.
On the appointed day, I installed myself on a chair by the slightly open window in the guestroom, prepared to put in the several hours ahead of me in watching to hopefully catch the thief in action. This, however, was nearly my undoing because the event happened much sooner and much more quickly than I could ever have anticipated!
After only 10 minutes of watching, I turned my head to look quickly around the semi-darkened room behind me in order to give my eyes a break. When I turned back, someone in a light grey outfit was already halfway into the kitchen! I hadn’t heard a thing! You can bet that I was watching intently for the person to reappear! I did not want to miss this opportunity to identify the culprit.
When he came out, it was a young man that I did not immediately recognize. However, he had a chunk of bread in his hand, one of the morsels Kathy had planted there the day before. Quickly and quietly, he closed the kitchen door and moved off. I debated whether or not to rush out and confront him, but lost the opportunity in the time it took me to have the thought. So I quickly left the room and made my way back up to the front of the Centre.
As I went, I caught glimpses of someone in a light grey outfit flitting among the buildings and vegetation opposite me. But every time I stopped to get a better look, the person also stopped, always just out of sight. I decided that my best bet was to go back to my office, from where I could get a broad view of the entrance to the Centre as well as the path the thief was likely to take to get there.
I watched for several minutes along the direction from which I anticipated the thief to come. But nothing happened. So I looked at the entrance. There he was! Evidently he had fooled me by switching from his intended path. I still did not recognize him, so I called the guard at the gate and asked who that young man was. It turned out to be the son of someone on one of our sub-contracted work crews. Telling the father about his son’s behaviour was not a pleasant task, but it had to be done. We asked that he not be allowed back on the Centre and the father did not hesitate to agree to this, declaring that he would deal with the boy at home.
Several days later, on a Saturday morning, we arrived on the Centre to do something and were surprised to see one of our Centre hosts there, the person who is responsible to deal with anything that comes up on the weekends. It turned out that he had been called by the guard on duty at the gate because the young man had come back saying that his father had sent him to check out something! However, since his name was not on the list of approved people to come on the Centre that weekend, the guard had insisted on checking his story. Good thing for us he did!
After the guard had made his phone call, the young man said he needed to go and pick up his bicycle, which was supposedly under repair nearby. He never came back. And when the Centre host arrived, he did a tour of the Centre wall to make sure the thief had not tried another way of entry. Outside the back wall, near where the communal kitchens were located, he spotted two young men on bicycles that fled as he approached. Chances were high that the thief had brought along some accomplices to whom he could throw things over the wall in one last, big, robbery attempt.
The lesson? It’s not enough to identify a thief and think that this will encourage him to mend his ways, or at least discourage him from attempting to try it again. There appears to be no shame in being discovered. Assume the thief will try again and take the necessary steps to make sure he doesn’t succeed!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Look Out! I'm Gonna Do Something Stupid!
The other day, Kathy was taking downtown a young couple that had come to Burkina to help us for a few months. Coming to an intersection with a red light, she slowed and stopped, prompting several young men selling phone cards, tissues, gum, and various other items to come towards her window in hopes that she might buy something. However, since she wasn’t interested, she put up both hands, palms out. We’ve learned that this is the most effective gesture for saying “No”. Shaking your head or holding up simply one hand does not work.
When the light turned green and she continued on her way, the young couple with her asked why she had put up her hands like that (give them credit for being more observant than many of our visitors!). This led to an explanation of the use of hand signals here in Burkina.
At this point, they came up behind a large truck travelling down the road. The truck had its right turn signal on, but the driver also had his left arm out the window, waving it wildly up and down. Kathy took advantage of the situation to explain: “For instance,” she said, pointing to the truck ahead of her, “this combination of signals means, ‘Look out! I’m going to do something stupid!”
Sure enough, the truck suddenly veered right, and almost immediately afterwards turned sharply left, right in front of Kathy, to do a U-turn in the middle of the road!
I guess you could say that she'd made her point!
When the light turned green and she continued on her way, the young couple with her asked why she had put up her hands like that (give them credit for being more observant than many of our visitors!). This led to an explanation of the use of hand signals here in Burkina.
At this point, they came up behind a large truck travelling down the road. The truck had its right turn signal on, but the driver also had his left arm out the window, waving it wildly up and down. Kathy took advantage of the situation to explain: “For instance,” she said, pointing to the truck ahead of her, “this combination of signals means, ‘Look out! I’m going to do something stupid!”
Sure enough, the truck suddenly veered right, and almost immediately afterwards turned sharply left, right in front of Kathy, to do a U-turn in the middle of the road!
I guess you could say that she'd made her point!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Trip to Koudougou - Part 8
On our way back to Ouaga, Aristide told us about a Mossi chief in the town of Kokologho whose palace was a tourist attraction and worth seeing. So once we reached the town on the Ouaga-Bobo road, we made a few inquiries and found the place. For a village or even a small town, it was indeed an impressive structure considering that it was made of mud-bricks and cement!
Interestingly, the place would not even exist had the chief’s father not decided to turn from the tribal religion of his ancestors and become a Catholic. Traditionally, when a chief died, the place where he lived, no matter how grand, was left to go to ruin and the new chief (usually one of his sons) moved and built a brand new place from scratch. In this case, however, not only did the Catholic missionaries at the time help finance the building of the chief’s palace, but his son (the current chief) was able to take over this well-established place.
Upon arrival, we first had to negotiate a price with a guide, one of the chief’s ministers who would take us on a guided tour. Once this was arranged, we were allowed to enter the outer courtyard of the palace compound, with the condition that no photographs were to be taken. This outer courtyard was the place where the chief had meetings with his ministers and kept his cars. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the latter! One of these was exactly like my very first car, a powder-blue Volkswagen Super Beetle! It was also the place that contained the tomb of the previous chief, built like a large cement shrine.
From this point on, we were required to take off our shoes out of respect for the chief (whom we never actually got to meet, perhaps because it was Sunday?). Fortunately, all the floors and open spaces in the compound from this point on were cement and not bare dirt. Unfortunately, the cement in the open courtyards was pretty hot from the sun shining directly on it. Fortunately, I had socks on. Unfortunately, Kathy didn’t :( She found it increasingly difficult to walk across those open spaces from one location to the other without blistering her feet!
A large structure separated the outer courtyard from the inner courtyard. It had numerous rooms used for various purposes, one of which was a mini-museum of articles belonging to the previous chief and his wife. The first thing that struck us about this structure was how cool it was inside despite the numerous openings in the walls. This was explained partly by the thickness of the walls and partly by the thickness of the dirt and clay roof. Part of this structure had a second floor which was accessed by a very steep and narrow stairway. This was where the previous chief had his bedroom. From there, he could also walk out on the flat roof over the rest of the building for a 360 degree view of everything around him. The current chief, however, lived in a house he had built in the inner courtyard.
The inner courtyard was the living area of the chief and his family. Everything was noticeably clean and in good repair, something that is not always the case in family courtyards.
The most exciting event of the tour was the discovery of a small snake when we stepped outside the courtyard to see a reception area where the chief would meet with the local villagers at appointed times and hold festivals. Nearly everyone panicked, but a few of the men got rocks and killed it. People here are deathly afraid of snakes! Not all of them are poisonous, but many are, so they don’t take any chances!
Then, at last, we climbed back in the minibus and headed back to Ouaga.
Interestingly, the place would not even exist had the chief’s father not decided to turn from the tribal religion of his ancestors and become a Catholic. Traditionally, when a chief died, the place where he lived, no matter how grand, was left to go to ruin and the new chief (usually one of his sons) moved and built a brand new place from scratch. In this case, however, not only did the Catholic missionaries at the time help finance the building of the chief’s palace, but his son (the current chief) was able to take over this well-established place.
From this point on, we were required to take off our shoes out of respect for the chief (whom we never actually got to meet, perhaps because it was Sunday?). Fortunately, all the floors and open spaces in the compound from this point on were cement and not bare dirt. Unfortunately, the cement in the open courtyards was pretty hot from the sun shining directly on it. Fortunately, I had socks on. Unfortunately, Kathy didn’t :( She found it increasingly difficult to walk across those open spaces from one location to the other without blistering her feet!
A large structure separated the outer courtyard from the inner courtyard. It had numerous rooms used for various purposes, one of which was a mini-museum of articles belonging to the previous chief and his wife. The first thing that struck us about this structure was how cool it was inside despite the numerous openings in the walls. This was explained partly by the thickness of the walls and partly by the thickness of the dirt and clay roof. Part of this structure had a second floor which was accessed by a very steep and narrow stairway. This was where the previous chief had his bedroom. From there, he could also walk out on the flat roof over the rest of the building for a 360 degree view of everything around him. The current chief, however, lived in a house he had built in the inner courtyard.
The inner courtyard was the living area of the chief and his family. Everything was noticeably clean and in good repair, something that is not always the case in family courtyards.
The most exciting event of the tour was the discovery of a small snake when we stepped outside the courtyard to see a reception area where the chief would meet with the local villagers at appointed times and hold festivals. Nearly everyone panicked, but a few of the men got rocks and killed it. People here are deathly afraid of snakes! Not all of them are poisonous, but many are, so they don’t take any chances!
Then, at last, we climbed back in the minibus and headed back to Ouaga.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Trip to Koudougou - Part 7
The next morning, we slept in of course. But we didn’t want to stay in bed too long because we knew that our Burkinabè colleagues were probably up early, no matter how late they’d stayed up. Why? Because they had small children along! (Remember those days? :) So around 8 o’clock, we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower. Then downstairs to the open eating area where most of our Burkinabè friends were already sitting. Not long afterwards, Nescafe coffee, omelettes, and bread appeared on the tables. After the big meals of yesterday, I wasn’t too hungry, but sure needed the Nescafe to help me wake up.
After breakfast, we packed our stuff, loaded up the minibus, and hit the road for Ouaga. But before we hit the Ouaga-Bobo road, the group wanted to stop at a local market to buy some chickens and other supplies. So I pulled off to the side of the road at the village they indicated and we got out to walk through the market.
In addition, Aristide was able to take pictures that I would never be allowed to take as a foreigner (he works in his family’s photography business, so is always carrying a camera or a camcorder along). Burkinabè in general do not like you taking their picture (unless they know you) because they believe that you’re going to sell the photo and make a lot of money from it while they get nothing. But Aristide snapped away no problem and I arranged to get the pictures from him later.
The ladies bought quite a lot of shea butter (made from the karité nut). I wondered what for and Aristide said they’d use it for cooking. They also bought some snacks for the kids, little cakes make from millet flour and deep-fried in oil. But try as we might, we could not find the poultry or animal section. The market did not seem to have one. However, I wasn’t too disappointed. Less mess for me to clean up in the minibus later :)Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Trip to Koudougou - Part 6
Let me tell you, this was an experience in itself! We walked into a mostly darkened room and were met with a solid wall of sound. The only light came from the bar in one corner, the DJ booth at the back, and a black fluorescent light in the middle of the room. Depending on the music, various other kaleidoscopic displays of light would come on, but never for long. Once our eyes became accustomed somewhat to the darkness, we found seats on the low sofas and seats along the wall. There was still lots of room because very few people had yet arrived. It was only nearing midnight, so the night was still young :)
Aristide gave me a tour of the place, including a pretty sophisticated sound booth. I would have liked to stay in there a little longer, not just to watch the DJ at work, but because it was the only spot in the entire place where the music wasn’t absolutely deafening!
To be honest, it was beyond me why anyone would subject their ears to that kind of abuse for any length of time! Kathy & I finished our drinks as quickly as we could, made our excuses, and headed for the relative tranquility of the night outside. Wow! What a relief! Well, now I can say I’ve been to a boite de nuit. But I don’t think I’ll be doing it again anytime soon. Once was enough!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Trip to Koudougou - Part 5
After all the sitting and bouncing in the minibus, Kathy & I decided to go for a bit of a walk to stretch our legs and get some exercise. Walking anywhere in Burkina is always fills us with a bit of apprehension because of the generally unwelcome attention we tend to attract. As whites in an otherwise brown population, we draw more than our fair share of stares, comments, and even followers and hangers-on that pester us for our phone numbers, address, and money. It’s difficult to have a quiet, peaceful walk to just enjoy the sights and each other’s company. Experiences along these lines have given me some understanding of what movie stars and rock stars must have to endure. They’ve also given me a fresh appreciation for the anonymity we sometimes enjoy in Canada!
One time when we were out for a walk after supper in Canada, I grabbed Kathy’s arm and stopped. “Look around,” I said. “What do you see?” She looked around and then up and down the residential street we were strolling along. “Nothing!” she said. “Exactly!” I exclaimed. “Isn’t it wonderful? Nobody’s following us, nobody’s pointing at us, and nobody’s staring at us! Nobody even cares that we’re here!” Ah, in a world where so many people are looking to be noticed, anonymity can sometimes be a blessing. Sure, we all need recognition, but unwanted attention is an entirely different thing!
Our walk in Koudougou turned out to be not bad at all. We left the hotel and walked along the main drag in the moto and bicycle lane for a while, turning around occasionally to see what was coming up behind us and make sure we didn’t get run over or clipped by a passing cyclist or motorist. Walking past small shops and outdoor eating places, we garnered a few stares and comments. In most cases, we just politely greeted people in passing. After some distance, we turned and walked along the edge of a small vegetable market where ladies were selling various types of produce. Then it was a stroll down a back street before coming up on the hotel again from the rear.
By now, it was about 6:30 p.m. and Aristide suggested we get some supper. He had the hotel kitchen preparing rice and sauce, but thought we should go out and get some meat to go with it. A roasted leg of mutton was what he had in mind, so us guys hopped in the minibus again and cruised the streets looking for a place to buy this. We stopped at one place that looked hopeful, but Aristide refused to buy anything there, saying that the way they chopped up and cooked the meat was too unsanitary. He was afraid it would make us sick.
Eventually, after some time of searching, we found exactly what we wanted on a back street off the main road. I drove just past the place and then stayed in the vehicle while the guys went and negotiated the price because my white skin was sure to make the price go up significantly :) Mission accomplished, I managed to do a 180 in the street without running over any pedestrians or bicycles or motos traveling without lights (not an easy thing on an otherwise dark street!) and we headed back to the hotel.
One time when we were out for a walk after supper in Canada, I grabbed Kathy’s arm and stopped. “Look around,” I said. “What do you see?” She looked around and then up and down the residential street we were strolling along. “Nothing!” she said. “Exactly!” I exclaimed. “Isn’t it wonderful? Nobody’s following us, nobody’s pointing at us, and nobody’s staring at us! Nobody even cares that we’re here!” Ah, in a world where so many people are looking to be noticed, anonymity can sometimes be a blessing. Sure, we all need recognition, but unwanted attention is an entirely different thing!
Our walk in Koudougou turned out to be not bad at all. We left the hotel and walked along the main drag in the moto and bicycle lane for a while, turning around occasionally to see what was coming up behind us and make sure we didn’t get run over or clipped by a passing cyclist or motorist. Walking past small shops and outdoor eating places, we garnered a few stares and comments. In most cases, we just politely greeted people in passing. After some distance, we turned and walked along the edge of a small vegetable market where ladies were selling various types of produce. Then it was a stroll down a back street before coming up on the hotel again from the rear.
By now, it was about 6:30 p.m. and Aristide suggested we get some supper. He had the hotel kitchen preparing rice and sauce, but thought we should go out and get some meat to go with it. A roasted leg of mutton was what he had in mind, so us guys hopped in the minibus again and cruised the streets looking for a place to buy this. We stopped at one place that looked hopeful, but Aristide refused to buy anything there, saying that the way they chopped up and cooked the meat was too unsanitary. He was afraid it would make us sick.
Eventually, after some time of searching, we found exactly what we wanted on a back street off the main road. I drove just past the place and then stayed in the vehicle while the guys went and negotiated the price because my white skin was sure to make the price go up significantly :) Mission accomplished, I managed to do a 180 in the street without running over any pedestrians or bicycles or motos traveling without lights (not an easy thing on an otherwise dark street!) and we headed back to the hotel.
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