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... with our skirts sticking and our back sweating (it was 42 degrees, not to mention being packed into a vehicle that conducts heat mind you) we made it to the Sahel, the entrance to the Sahara desert. We climbed the sand dunes and watched the sun set with 30 or so village kids who saw us white people coming from miles away. The sun here is huge and it sets in a little more than 3 minutes.
Once the sun went down, so did the temperature, so we put ...
... I'm going to have the worst time ever trying to decide which of the hundreds of photos I've taken to post on the blog!
This trip is a private trip, so my companions are my guide, Ogo (Ogomono Saye), a "Dogon Man" Djoula (as he calls himself) from Mali, and my driver, Abdullah Campaore from Ouago- plus daily local guides in the areas we have visited. One of the things I'm liking most is the lack of commercialism. Other than a visit to the city ...
... with the Loney Liar (a name we often like to call guide books such as 'The Lonely Planet'). These guide books are out of date, and out of touch with the needs of a worldwide traveller. So when we read the Burkina Faso section of the 'African Lonely Liar', we were expecting limited information and over exaggeration.
Can you believe, 'The Lonely Liar' was actually right! Entering Burkina faso, we were welcomed by the friendly, inquisitive locals. Bobo-Dioulasso was ...
... out to me that the Foreign and Commenwealth Office now disadvises travel to pretty much all touristy bits of Mali because of the threat of kidnapping by Al-Qaeda (now this blog will be read by someone at GCHQ…) I’ve decided to skip Mali; partly for this reason.
· I then put my foot in a sewer on the way back from the German medics’ student hostel (it was dark) and did two of my toes in. Bruising, blood and ...
Na Prisca showed up in front of the hotel in the morning. She rode in on her family motor-bike to see me off. I was just hauling my staff out when the guy who was a kind of hotel driver offered through Na Prisca to take me to the S.T.M.B. station in his car.
„Why not?" I said. Since he was already there. He already opened his car boot for me to stow my luggage in when I asked the natural question.
„How much would it be?“