At six thirty we're rudely awaken by banging on the sheet of tin that serves as a door. No idea why (he doesn't speak English or French - I don't speak Hausa) but we leave to check on the transport situation. The big CTI bus is still there, and is still going to leave "tout suite". I don't want to pay until the bus is ready to go. The old man who forced a reolution on the mob yesterday came up and asked who I was doing. He was able to tell me that the bus was scheduled to leave at two, but it would leave earlier if it filled up sooner. He also suggested that we not trust any of the mini-bus drivers. We decided to wait until the bus was closer to full. Around nine the old man came by told us the bus was filled then helped us buy tickets when he found out we didn't have them yet (it was difficult since the bus was already full). In Burkina you're alowed onto the bus to chose your seat in the order that the tickets were purchased, so we were last with no seats left. Except the driver had saved us the front seats for some reason (the front seats are suposed to be the most desirable). Unexciting slow trip back to Ouaga - the bus made good time but we had to stop at each town and wait at least half an hour.
Finally got into Ouaga around 6 pm. When we checked the bus schedule for a bus to Côte d'Ivoire tomorrow, we found that there was one leaving in just under an hour. We quickly consulted, decided that we'd already spent two days on the bus, jow bad could a night and another day be? So we bought our tickets, then decided we needed something to help us sleep and went and bought a bottle of tequila and a sack of limes. We were laughing histerically on the bus - the entire situation was just too much and I couldn't believe we'd just committed to another 16 hours (minimum) on a bus. A couple stiff drinks and it was on and off dozing the rest of the night.