Hotel Le Loft
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
- Room service
- Business Services
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... It was impossible to do any actual shopping and our polite refusals were ignored. After around half an hour the same boys were still standing on our toes, preventing us from speaking to stall holders and generally being obtrusive. I turned around. “Please go away” I pleaded. “Stop following us!” “You are a racist” said the boulshiest of the group. “Huh?!” “You are a racist!” he ...
... suffers a massive and collective bout of constipation, when Millet beer will find its unique selling point (as the marketeers say). It reminded me a little of
first attempts at home brew when the liquor just goes sour. Instead of throwing it away it becomes Millet Beer. I ...
... scared I think). The highlight this day I think for all of us was the opportunity to wash/bath in the local river - both to cool down and was away a few days worth of dust. There were local women doing their laundry and children bathing. After half an hour we ail felt refreshed and ready to go for a day's hard driving - still touch an go whether we make Bamako in time...
That afternoon we reached the ferry crossing to take us across the ***** river - which we had ...
Mali dusk embraces. Raised, sun-heated dust filters colours horizontally, soft hues of pinks, reds and oranges.
In the little village Djenne, every footstep ignites a tiny powdery puff of bone-dry earth.
Little boys run, spangly-legged, chasing a mis-shapen football, laughing, shouting, small exploding clouds of heel dust stretching out into intermingling pitter-patter powder trails, criss-crossing over and around the ping-ponging plastic sphere.
The mosque ...
... had not gotten lost anywhere yet, so there was no need to be afraid that I would now.
And so it was. I was relieved to see people from Na Prisca’s bus checking their luggage in and boarding the vehicle. Na Prisca and I bid each other farewell, wished each other a safe trip, promised to keep in touch and, if circumstances would permit it, possibly meet in Ouagadougou again upon my return.
And then she left.
From there on out, I was on my own.