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Jim and I send love and greetings your way, after a very nice week here in Bamako. Even though much of last weekend found me under the weather due to too much in-and-out of air conditioning at school, I'm feeling back to normal again. Most of last weekend I spent lounging around and catching up on some old movies. We are fortunate to have access to a very nice DVD collection here at the Roedding’s house.
Saturday morning, however, we were invited by Koro, ...
... reach homes open to the Word.
Now, I want to backtrack a little to last weekend. JP took us to see the C&MA (Christian and Missionary Alliance) mission in Bacojikoroni and then around the city of Bamako on the other side of the river so we could get another view of the area. The west side of the ***** presents a much different picture of Bamako – it is where most of the businesses are located, including government and banking ...
... engine running and put a couple of quids worth in,
I am glad I took a photo of our campsite or we would have never found our way back, it took over a hour to get back to the campsite, when we did get there he wanted more money because he covered more miles than he wanted to, as you can imagine a row ensued, we just threw the money w owed him and left him to it, the cheek of the bloke, he said he knew where it was, weren’t our fault he got ...
... jetlag, we fell right asleep.
Waking up in the morning and pulling open my curtains to see the big beautiful sky lit up with the radiant sun was breathtaking. I was so excited for my first day in Mali. We had breakfast together and then talked about what our day was going to look like. We went to the national museum in Bamako to visit this peace and reconciliation exhibit that was on display. It was really exciting that almost all of the artists that ...
... sand in large washing up bowls from the bottom of the river. It is a
real sad thing, the children are lying on the ground playing in the
sand not yet knowing that that is their future. The women pile the
sand up to dry and then the men shovel it into the back of lorries
when dry to take away and sell as building sand. They live close to
the work in horrible little straw huts covered with plastic and
sacking and yet everyone was still smiling and saying hello to ...