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ride in motion
Ouagadougou is a city of two wheels. Here, back in '59 was organized the first edition of the Tour du Burkina Faso (then Upper Volta) in which he participated even Fausto Coppi who contracted malaria and then death a few weeks later. And after almost fifty years later, the paved roads (few) and red sand (most) are still crossed by thousands of bicycles without brakes though, since the Campionissimo appeared scooters and popping sfumacchianti.
I find myself riding the 80cc Yamaha. Joffrey, immersed in this busy river of debris along the narrow side lane reserved for bicycles of all kinds. It is an extreme experience for those who are here for just two days, but unfortunately I have no choice. Tomorrow we leave for Mali, I have not yet seen, and Jo is busy at work all day. On a piece of paper I scribbled the outline of a plan that would lead me to the embassy; pat on the shoulder, bonne chance! and I find myself alone in an unknown African capital, on board a motorbike with three-speed oval and twisted the front wheel and with minimal bass that makes me switch off, incidentally, always when the green traffic light is coming. Those behind start honking and dodging last time. Enveloped in a cloud of black smoke try the crowds, I kick the lever, the first and do riinfilo gas just before the yellow.
followed until I reach the embassy, \u200b\u200bfilling out forms and leave the passport.
- "You must go pick it up in the 14 and 15."
In the meantime I decided to go for a stroll downtown, now I got to know the roads. Place des Cinéastes here where I've been yesterday, but on foot. I have to turn right. Yellow light! Pass the same! Policeman! Stop me!! Shit !!!!!
- "Do you know who has passed a red light?"
- '(With humble expression and guilty) I'm mortified, I did not noticed, are not here and I was focused on the way to go ... and it was still yellow. "
- 'scooter parking here. Must present a fine and the documents of the middle of the police headquarters after 15. Pay a fine of 6000 francs CFA (about 9 Euro Ed) and will be returned. "
(to myself) And now as I do?! I have not the faintest idea where the headquarters of the police, I do not have the documents of the bike, maybe even Joffrey gave them to us and still comes back 'later tonight, tomorrow we leave and do not have time to collect my passport. A mixed feeling of despair and panic leads me to curse fate. But how the hell is this possible? On the streets Ouaga of moving scooters with four people on board, car held together by welds clear improvised offset vans loaded with people. And I seize the vehicle because I went with the yellow? In Africa?
- "Excuse me, but I could not pay the fine directly to you? You know, are Ouaga for two days, do not know where the headquarters of the police ... "
-" Ce n'est pas possible . "
I even found the incorruptible cop! In Africa!
- "Please, my friend's scooter is my host, he is at work and I can not contact, tomorrow we leave for a long trip, I gotta go pick up my passport to the embassy of Mali. If I pay the fine now, she lets me shoot and ends here! What do you say? "
-" If you pay the fine to me, I can not issue a receipt. "
What the fuck do I care of the receipt, I need the bike! (I think only)
- "Look for me a receipt is not a problem, you think that in Italy never ask your sales receipt."
- "Okay, give me money too, avec discrétion ."
turned the corner, so as not to attract attention and pull out your wallet. I only have one ticket from 10,000 francs, but fortunately there is a boy who sells cigarettes, buy the Excellence, the most expensive. Rightly has the rest, it's like if you enter a tobacconist with a 500 euro note. Parties to seek and disappeared with my money ... but soon returns with smaller bills and a handful of coins. It took a little exception to Murphy's Law. Pago
the cop and I'm shaky and it seems wrong with the wheel drunk and agitation that makes me tremble in his arms.
I bribed a cop honest?

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two other world out of this world one of the other world

The beginning ... the end
are closed at this torpedo of metal. We'll soon be fired at 10,000 meters, where there are at least 50 degrees below zero. The air we breath makes me uneasy: it Cold, dry, aseptic condition. I am troubled by the lack of smells and moods. Until a few hours ago, with every breath of his nostrils swelled flavors, tastes, dust and dirt. But now I was used, it does not bother me at all: it was the normal order of things.
He sat next to me a strange one. It is a white man, about forty, fat and ugly fluorescent yellow shirt. The beard, stinks to be sick, sour spices ... But what the hell has eaten? Until a few moments ago I thought about how I was now accustomed to the different scents perceived in Africa for three weeks and now I am deeply disgusted by my "brother" white perilous. In the last Instead of sventolona row sits a black, all dressed up, dressed in Western course. It arrived with him, will stay together. What courage! Will love or who knows what form of subjection? This particular type of encounter between cultures would have gladly done without. Last experience before returning to my world.

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is a question of atmosphere. As soon as I look out the front door of the plane, although it is now night, the first feeling I is imprinted in the nervous system through the face and skin, nose into the lungs is warm and humid that I did not leave again until the return . Are in the cradle of humanity, and I soon realize why. It seems only now to be entered in the biosphere. The climate encourages life, everything from the most diverse and frenetic beats biological activities, the most fervent of natural enzymes. The puddles of water vibrates incessantly for the movement of insects, larvae and frogs. The walls are colonized by large lizards with yellow head chasing flies, gnats and mosquitoes.
mice in the nooks of cities collect the waste products from the largest concentration of humans. The land is covered by large ants that move in long neat rows, dragging giant cockroaches leaving a trail in the grains, termites build their high sand castles. In a few days between my toes will develop a friendly community who enjoy mushrooms in my macerated epithelial cells of sweat produced in plastic shoes. The flies will settle upon him incessantly especially while eating. We are in the rainy season, four months a year during which the nature has to recover the remaining eight of inactivity during which drought and blazing sun struck down every vital impulse.
There are 35 degrees and humidity is crazy. Life! Especially for all those beings who occupy positions in the evolutionary chain of being tucked: below humans, so to speak. The latter instead you just have to sweat, But without their viability are affected minimally. One vehicle in careless piles battered, crushed against each other and the amount of baggage and live animals, bags of rice and bicycles on the roof and under the seats. Through the fibers of the clothes, the humidity of the bodies is mixed: shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. In truth this condition develops a strong sense of social malaise that makes one forget the physical and existential, chatting amiably and lively with its neighbors and is rarely crossed frowning eyes, overshadowed faces, angry expressions. Here we go! But just because everyone in the van (and more) posts (venti!) are employed, and if today had not filled, we would wait until tomorrow.

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Introduction
Three thousand miles of red sand, baobab and muddy rivers, fields of millet, peanuts and city traffic and pollution, asphalt consumed and uneven tracks. Three weeks of scorching sun and overwhelming time.
Not being locked into a world of mountains, slopes, peaks and quotas have left the South to dive in the Other. We fell into the belly of the great Dark Continent to escape from our daily lives, looking for different ways of living the same life. From Dakar to Ouagadougou; through Burkina Faso, Mali and Senegal, on foot, by taxi-brousse, bus, train. A long and slow (and not too short and fast) to have the time to look around, meet, get to know.
Two white drops into the sea black. The human essence is one, but many lives in countless ways. Another world really does exist and, perhaps, it is also possible.
A short excerpts from the diary, meanwhile http://elofasojo.blogspot.com