The last few days have been a blur of excitement, and I apologise now if this inhibits my ability to write coherently.
After travelling for 12 hours with my new housemates for the next three months, I arrived in the 'Land of the Upright Men' - Burkina Faso. The moment we hit the runway at Ouagadougou airport we were fuelled with adrenalin. Our fellow African passengers wasted no time and within seconds they were up, unloading their bags and getting ready to leave. In true British style, myself and the other volunteers remained seated, waiting patiently to hear the trusty 'ping' of the seatbelt sign.
As I stepped off the plane I did not feel the wave of heat that I had expected. However, I can confidently say that the breeze that surrounded me at 5.30am was much warmer than the harsh, icy wind that I had left behind in the UK.
Inside the capital's tiny airport we showed our Yellow fever vaccination certificate, whilst feeling relieved to avoid being vaccinated on the spot by the intimidating security guard. We passed through baggage collection with ease – the first sign of how surprisingly organised we would find Ouagadougou to be – and headed out of the exit, eager to start our long-anticipated adventure.
At the exit I quickly found our 6 ft. 5” dedicated team leader, Juju. As I greeted him, two men by his side took my luggage and headed off. I presumed they were part of the International Service team (the organisation I will be volunteering for) but as I watched them disappear, wheeling away my belongings for the next three months, I couldn’t help feeling a little anxious. This escalated when I realised nobody knew who the men were. I ran after them and watched as they loaded a truck with my things. To my relief, they didn’t speed away into the distance, but instead began to demand money for their work. I pretended I didn’t understand and luckily they wandered away. However, unfortunately, another one of the volunteers was worried for his possessions and ended up paying one of the men ten euros.
The experience we had at the airport was a great taster of the hustle and bustle of Burkina Faso in general. As one of the poorest countries in the world, many Burkinabes (people of
Burkina Faso) live on less than a dollar a day. Driving away from the airport, I had my first glimpse of this poverty. We saw an old woman sifting through rubbish dumps and a young boy leading an emaciated donkey as it lugged a cart loaded with bags of rice and couscous. All along the sides of the road, women were carrying out the impossible job of clearing dust from the road.
Our orientation week in Ouagadougou has now allowed us to acclimatise to our new surroundings, the local culture and, of course, the 30 degree heat. I'll be sharing more about this, and our work with the Tigoung Nonma co-operative, in my next post.