Le Diplomate Bamako

... which had our bags flying out of the car, and he even paid the taxi driver as we hadn’t had a chance to pick up any CFA’s yet. It turned out that he could make some of the arrangements we needed in Mali and although we’ve had experience with guys like this all around the world, he spun a good tale and we did agree to sleep on it and hook up with him in the morning. Thus began our adventures with Back-Alley Mohammed.

'Amadou, Amadou...he slept on the roof for you' <br><br>We cannot thank you enough for making our trip so special. You gave so much to us to make us happy the past few weeks. Please thank the 'guys' for everything. They will always be our friends and we will stay in touch. Yesterday was amazing and one of Brian's most special days. <br>You are a dear friend and we are happy to know you

Bonjour!<br><br>I made it to Africa! Eventually... after leaving the house at 5 am to get the first flight to London... to find my flight was delayed until 3 pm! That wasn't too much of a problem, I love airports, and all the flights from Libya were waiting, apparently. In fact, the delays were caused by a sandstorm around Tripoli that morning! <br><br>I finally got to Mali around 11.30pm... and by the time I had ...

... the country, its all too hard for him. After 2 hours we are finally away but after an hour of driving in nomads land between the border of Mauritania and Mali we are stuck in the sand yet again. Tents up is the call.<br><br>Its early Monday morning when we arrive in the border town of Naro in Mali. Monday is market day in this part of the world. Naro was awash with all the people from all over the district. They were ...

... shopping but that is a reality h**e in Mali, even for the natives. Once reaching Bamako, Anko took us to a orphanage for boys that was run by a women from Austria. It was in a v**y poor part of town and those people really had no way to earn money like they did in Koutiala. In Koutiala, they could farm and gath** wood but not h**e. This women goes out ev**y night to gath** us street boys and bring them in for a safe place to sleep. During ...

... drums being played by an albino and watching the most frantic Nokia t-shirt wearing danc** ev**. He was loving it. Aft** a few hours and a trip to the toilets out through a backyard lit with red light, up some steps and found in a corridor of rooms, we all agreed that it was not only a music venue but also a brothel and potential gay bar, Jamie attracting not quite the attention he was looking for. Just before leaving a fight broke out amongst two women, I ...

... that we had stopped in a town where there was little if anything to do. We explained we were cook group shopping at which she laughed, warned us it was expensive and then wondered off. Really don't know how she managed living there for 1 ½ years! I would go stir crazy. Turns out she's stationed there for 2 years... only another 6 months to go. I'm sure she will be counting down! Massive group of kids also huddled around us. They are ...

... despedir. O pontinho no mapa esta bwe fora do que ja percorri desde Bamako, mas ele so sera actualizado com os posts respectivos. Se tudo correr bem deixo hoje mesmo o Senegal para entrar na Guiné Bissau. Vamos ver o que nos reservam os policias da imigraçao na fronteira. Seja como for, so posso prometer que quando as oportunidades se apresentarem eu actualizarei devidamente o blog. Obrigado pelas mensagens carinhosas e até breve

... cracks, youtube e alguns sites de download que conhecia... faria muito mais para exprimir a minha gratidão. Com um nome desses também né? Abdulaye Le jour même de la longue attente devant le cyber, ce gentil bonhomme m'a repéré et s'est approché pour entamer une conversation. Il a fini par me faire compagnie pendant une bonne heure au cours de laquelle mon admiration pour les peuples africains, son endurance face aux revers de la vie, est passée de incalculable à incalculable ...

... At 10am, we finally pulled into the last stop on the Senegalese side. Everyone on the train had to get off, wander a few hundred metres to the police station and reclaim their cards. It all went smoothly, except for a Burkinabe woman in our carriage who had been hassled for 1,00CFA before her card was given back. On our way back to the train, we made the most of the food services that are provided at every stop on the route (no matter how small). As you ...