Bobo continued…
Where did I leave off last time? Ahh…Bobo and the the old city. After viewing the Old Mosque, we paid an entrance fee to see the Old City. Apparently, the funds are used to pay for reparations and initatives for the residents, our guide explained.
Children outside the walls.
The main entrance to the Old City.
The Old City is indeed ancient, as you’ll see in the following pictures. There’a a Muslim, Animist neighbourhoods, etc, all controlled by single chef. I tried to get a clear explanation of how people get a house there, pay rent etc. From my observations and our guide’s explanations, initially families were chosen by the Chef to reside there and the turnover is low. Rent is paid out in the form of gifts, may it be cash, an animal, etc. From my understanding, it’s very informal. Our guide, taking us down the narrow streets.
A resident’s courtyard with a banana tree and a dead chickadee…
A type of grain, red mil is used as a carb side-dish and in beverages, such as “Dolo” which is a warm beer.
As a non-beer drinker, I tasted a bit and then gave it away. Plus, it was warm!
The hen who chased Jonathan and I when we approached too closely to her chicks.
A drum parade on the main street, while I was relaxing in front of one of our numerous boutique stops.
Sitting alone brings curiosity.
The little ones began to ask for a “gift”, usually meaning money. But the older girl in the 28ers t-shirt chased them away, saying “Laisse la!”, meaning “Leave her!”.
Photo courtesy of Michelle.A child playing on the street.
The river which passes by the Old City.
A pig drinking in the river.
The city through a window.
Drying clothes.
Reminds me of photos I’ve seen of Brazlian favelas. Every country has their ghettos.
A man walking on the outskirts of the Old City.
This entry was posted on 17. November 2007 at 10:54 and is filed under Travel, People, Culture, General. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.