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... elusivity like Timbuktu. What it does have though is authenticity. In many places, it is difficult to rub away the veneer that tourism has painted and really observe and engage with the society and peoples I, as an ironic tourist, encounter. Although there seems to be more people who own boats than there are actually boats, the hassle here is easy to shake off and is not unpleasant. Consequently, it is much easier ...
Mopti, January 12, 2009 - Monday
... I stood up and kind of roamed around to stretch my legs, which in translation meant that I was taking pictures in secret, But that wasn’t as much fun as it would have been if I had been able to safely count on leaving at a fixed time, whenever it would be. So after a few pictures I stopped.
People gathered only gradually. You could by no means claim that this was a rush on the Koro-bound taxi. Rather it was more like a trickle. A passenger ...
Mopti, January 11, 2009 - Sunday
... out seemingly forever. When it started feeling like reaching our destination was long overdue, there were not any lights yet to indicate we were approaching any settlements. And when such lights finally appeared, our hopes were soon dashed at the realisation that those lights were no Mopti at all.
By the time we finally arrived, it was past eleven in the evening.
Katrin and Lea were the first to leave. We all wished them safe flight ...
Voyage to Timbuktu: (the real adventure BEGINS)
... were extremely unsafe for tourists. I believe a year back an Italian tourist was kidnapped and the year before some French tourists had met a similar a more gruesome fate where they were killed. I said to myself I had come so far despite of many other safety warnings, might as well go ahead. Plus if anyone kidnapped me, I was willing to give him my money. And if the reasons were political, I would simply state that I am Pakistani and that my government couldn't care less if one of ...
Mopti, January 6, 2009 - Tuesday
... much fluency basic tenets of human existence and the general direction the world was heading to. It was more like part English, part French and part sign language. With sign language having at times a tendency to comfortably prevail over the other two. But we had an excellent and friendly chat nevertheless from which I left a bit richer in my knowledge of French, for Ibrahima taught me the conjugation of the verb „devoir“. He seemed to immensely enjoy himself at it and ...


