Travellers lose themselves in Sahel, as whilst they traverse the dunes of the barren desert and sleep under its enormous canopy of stars, a part of them never comes back.
Mention the north to anyone who knows Burkina well and a misty look may come into their eyes. ‘Ah,’ they’ll whisper, barely audible in their reverence: ‘I love the north.’ Even the fierce desert heat can’t drive them away. Travellers lose themselves to the Sahel. They traverse the dunes, sleep beneath its enormous canopy of stars, and a part of them never comes back. Couples love the romance so much they marry there.