bobo.
Then, we headed to Bobo, the next largest city in Burkina Faso. It was more quaint, but still had the same charm as Ouaga. We went to the huge market inside, full of prints, and Muslim scarves and fezes. We ate some French food and watched the streets then headed to la grande mosque. It is difficult to describe the mosque without photos. It was made out of what resembles mud or stucco, held up by these long, thin logs that stuck out all over the outside. It was nothing like I would ever imagine a mosque to look like. We had a tour of the inside, which was dark and laden with Muslim men napping in between prayer time. We walked up to the roof, which was saturated by the sun and hurt our feet, but it was gorgeous to see the afternoon sun hit the towers of the mosque.
We then headed back to our hotel Le Z ion, which was an oasis outside the city. Past the city, to where the roads were no longer paved and there were no more buildings but small houses, was Le Zion. It was a rasta hangout spot, very peaceful and covered with mango trees. We walked around the neighborhood, which you could barely believe was ten minutes from the city. More than just goats were running around everywhere, pigs and cows were there too. We ran into a couple of soccer games and hung out with some of the neighborhood kids. Then went to hang out at Le Zion, where it was raining and the electricity went out, so we just lounged with candlelight.
