tirsdag den 13. maj 2008
Jazz in Ouagadougou
One month of holiday in Denmark has passed and I’m back in Burkina with 40 degrees plus. It was quite amazing that I got back at all, because standing in Billund airport at 4 in the morning, they announced that my flight to Paris was cancelled. Hmmm, sort of reminded me of going from Ouaga to Denmark, where they announced that my flight had left 3 hours earlier. Okay so I’m not the luckiest person in the world these days (or the witchcraft that my old maid did on me is working). Finally, I managed to reach my connecting flight in Paris by going with Lufthansa to Germany. So coming back to Ouaga meant passing Germany, France and Libya before reaching destination. I new I was back in Africa when in Tripoli airport a very friendly and jolly man told me to go and have a cigarette and a coffee in the waiting room. Couldn’t see anything in that waiting room besides smoke!!
What seemed like 48 hours later, I arrived in Ouaga and my friends picked me up. It was good to be back in this chaotic place full of live!! The car, house, guards, maid – everything was fine………At least for a few days, until Saturday night the car started acting strangely. The thing is that having the right people to call now makes the whole difference. Sunday morning the mechanic picked up the car and a few hours later, it was repaired. I bet a Danish mechanic wouldn’t work on a Sunday!!
There was also the jazz festival to return to and right away we went to as many concerts as possible. Some bands were fantastic, others less. Even though it was a jazz festival, everything went. My favourite was this Algerian rock/Arab/folk band. Never heard anything quite like that. They were obviously inspired my Manu Chau, but had their own distinct sound!!
The house looks better and better and the guards take a real honour in doing the garden. This means that there is more or less a whole banana palm forest behind the house now. It also means that they’ve planted sweet corn and green beans everywhere among the flowers, etc. Further, the house smells of goat shit most of the time, as they keep ‘feeding’ this to the plants.
The maid is great and thanks to mum, she now looks like a rock star with her big and trendy sunglasses from DK that she arrives wearing on her moped in the morning. She takes her own initiatives which is great, though sometimes exaggerated as she rearranges everything and I spend hours trying to figure out were one thing or the other went hiding.
A couple of evenings ago, I celebrated my birthday and invited a few people to my house. Every one brought a cheese and a bottle of wine, which made it very easy to host. Orakia (the maid) had done salads en masse and I could really relax and enjoy every minute of the evening. We continued to another party after mine and then went nightclubbing as always – some things never change…….
What seemed like 48 hours later, I arrived in Ouaga and my friends picked me up. It was good to be back in this chaotic place full of live!! The car, house, guards, maid – everything was fine………At least for a few days, until Saturday night the car started acting strangely. The thing is that having the right people to call now makes the whole difference. Sunday morning the mechanic picked up the car and a few hours later, it was repaired. I bet a Danish mechanic wouldn’t work on a Sunday!!
There was also the jazz festival to return to and right away we went to as many concerts as possible. Some bands were fantastic, others less. Even though it was a jazz festival, everything went. My favourite was this Algerian rock/Arab/folk band. Never heard anything quite like that. They were obviously inspired my Manu Chau, but had their own distinct sound!!
The house looks better and better and the guards take a real honour in doing the garden. This means that there is more or less a whole banana palm forest behind the house now. It also means that they’ve planted sweet corn and green beans everywhere among the flowers, etc. Further, the house smells of goat shit most of the time, as they keep ‘feeding’ this to the plants.
The maid is great and thanks to mum, she now looks like a rock star with her big and trendy sunglasses from DK that she arrives wearing on her moped in the morning. She takes her own initiatives which is great, though sometimes exaggerated as she rearranges everything and I spend hours trying to figure out were one thing or the other went hiding.
A couple of evenings ago, I celebrated my birthday and invited a few people to my house. Every one brought a cheese and a bottle of wine, which made it very easy to host. Orakia (the maid) had done salads en masse and I could really relax and enjoy every minute of the evening. We continued to another party after mine and then went nightclubbing as always – some things never change…….
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