On to Burkina Faso. Crossing the border in the early afternoon, very easy going. We stopped in one of the villages for some cold drinks, and I stumbled into a shop where they sold cars and motorbikes out of cans. I fell in love with a Kawasaki bike out of an insect spray can, and I bought it. In front of the food shop, children were collecting plastic bottles.
Going on, Stefan complained about the smell of diesel in our “living room” and closed the window. I fell asleep to wake up feeling real sick: headache, stomach, limbs hurt.
At night we stopped on a field 50 km from Ouagadougou.