Traveling in West Africa is all about adventure & it doesn’t get any better than sitting on a crocodile in Burkina Faso – see it for yourself on our first-hand account of visiting Parc Crocodile de Bazoule!
Ouagadougou (pronounced Wa-ga-doo-goo) may be one of the coolest named cities in the world, but it’s also one of the most boring.
In fact, there’s not much at all to see & do in Burkina Faso as we here at DIY Travel HQ discovered on our West Africa travels in 2011.
You can, however, travel some 35km from Ouagadougou, the capital, to visit a legendary crocodile farm in the town of Bazoule – Parc Crocodile de Bazoule.
The admission price is 1000 CFA, known as the West African franc. It is the currency of 8 independent states: Burkina Faso, Benin, Guinea-BIssau, Ivory Coast, Mali, Niger, Senegal & Togo.
1000 CFA is the equivalent of US$1.70.
For another few thousand, you can buy a few live chickens to feed to the crocodiles.
We handed over some bills to the African Crocodile Hunter-Guide, who hooked the chickens up to sticks & we all headed over to the crocodile pond.
There were about 5 or 6 crocodiles in the water. The Crocodile Hunter dangled the chickens out & they slowly started making their way onto land. We only bought 3 chickens, but these weren’t stupid crocs – they knew the odds were against them, but played along with the game, and came out to meet us.
The Crocodile Hunter kept nudging us towards them, insisting it was safe… I didn’t need much convincing, anything for a photo right…
The next minute, I was touching a crocodile, sitting on it, lying on it & holding up it’s tail. Oops.
The crocs were all incredibly placid & had definitely been tourist-trained, similar to the crocodiles we saw in Tampico, Mexico.
It was a crazy, surreal & very African experience.
I wish we bought more chickens.
The scariest part of the day was getting to & from the crocodile farm – riding on the back of a motorbike with my travel buddy who had never ridden before, through peak hour Ouagadougou traffic, roundabouts, highways & red dirt roads.
We survived & celebrated in classic, West African style…
Visited in May 2011