In Ouagadougou. 28 1/2 years ago, puking my guts out on rotten food I got in Bolgatanga (I think) Ghana. Survived, and I still have the carpet…Probably the most cosmopolitan location with statuesque tribesmen in the same market as almost pigmies, Catholic nuns, and French bureaucrats, all in one place.

I remember best the lunch time siesta when all motion stopped. At precisely one o’clock the city filled with the sound of mopeds running about as lunch ended – like a million mechanical bumble bees.