Today I’ve been swimming! Lord knows my soar throat (the red dust is killing me!) and over heated body sure needed a cool break. Running a finger over the list of hotels with a pool in the guide book we landed on Hotel Ricardo. Luckily they answered the phone and on my broken French I found out that a day by the pool is 2000 cfa (28sek, €3, £2). We jumped into a cab and drove through the busy street commerce in centre ville, past the barrages (small lakes north of the city centre) out to the more village like parts of town to Hotel Ricardo.
All we wanted was a pool but Jeez this place had it all! Colourful parasols, a turquoise pool so deep you couldn’t see the bottom (or was the water just dirty?) a trampoline at least 3m up and a terrace in the sun overlooking the barrage. Wow! A true oasis. The hotel itself boasted an entrance with walls covered with framed portraits of people in traditional clothes and wooden craftwork. The salon was suited with tiled floor, dark wooden furniture, puffy colourful pillows and so many beheaded trophy animals you’d think the walls would fall together. Colonial vibes. This kind of place makes me feel uneasy. You don’t see much white people in Ouaga but they all seemed to gather here. I found myself wondering about the history of the hotel, who built it, who owned it and what had happened here. But to be honest the pool was screaming for me to jump into it. And i have to admit I couldn’t resist so I left serious things to be thought of later…
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