Lunch at McDonalds

A few days after arriving, I had a chance to talk to a good friend of mine in Dublin. He worried if I got sick because of the food in Burkina and told me, “just eat at McDonalds”

“Mc.. do.. nalds? Sweetheart, There is no such a thing here!” I was thinking one of us is abnormal. How can he think there is McDonalds in a country like Burkina? Or how I can think everybody knows there is no McDonalds in Burkina? Or why am I even somewhere where there is no McDonalds… After thinking for a while, I concluded he is abnormal.

After a few days, while travelling to a small village not far from Bobo, I found McDonalds. Oh… he was perfectly normal and I was the stupid one. I followed American tradition, eating at Mcdonalds after travelling all the way to Burkina, and found that it was best McDonalds I have ever been to. I had a cuscus with tomato sauce as well as Burkina beer, which is amazing. The African paintings on the walls and West African music made the place perfect for late lunch on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

(McDonalds in Banfora, Burkina Faso)