| We wake up in Bobo Dioulasso and even though it is Burkina Faso's second largest city it looks more like a big village. Most roads are graded dirt. A covered market, walled by tall concrete, forms the city nucleus. The first thing we noticed about Burkina is that tourists are not such an item; touts as in Mali did not hound us. We stood on the street without anyone begging, selling, or bothering us. Since it was our turn to cook lunch and dinner, we walked to the market looking for fresh produce. We found no refrigerated meat so we bought live chickens. We learned quick lessons on how to kill, de-feather, and then butcher chicken.
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