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Travel Blogs from Segou
As expected he music has got better in Mali, and should get better still with Bamako coming up.
Anyway I'm going to get off as I need to eat before a trip to a pottery village- a few km down the *****!
Thanks again and I'll update you more in Bamako- if I can get out of bed after the parties!
... or a bakery shop where I had bought bread for Mopti today. Daouda Dembélé’s music shop. And Internet café. That was all. I struck the supermarket off the list. For the sheer reason of distinctly remembering how I had put the glasses down on the bakery counter when I had asked for bread in my rudimentary French. But I didn’t remember putting them back on.
So it left me with three spots where my glasses could have been lost.
It was ...
... I had an accent--still trying to determine what the double meaning was. I bet him his suitcase would arrive on the day he was leaving and I won the bet. One did get me to pronounce budget correctly--bood j. And no that was not in the same conversation as the ladies of the night. Thursday is Salsa night at the Terrace--the instructor was there dancing with his students and I was imagining how much money he is raking in from lonely expats who fall ...
... Planet“ hadn’t been at their best drawing up the map of Ségou in their guide book. And besides, the biking guy tried to convince me that, first, not all the bus companies were at the same bus terminal, and second, Bittar – the one I preferred - was too far away from the main gare de routiere anyway. So I eventually gave in and let him earn some extra dosh on me.
Actually, it turned out the guy was more right than I hoped he would be. Bittar had their own ...
So there was this one, as well. And compared to some others that I’d seen, this one was OK in the sense that it was completely dry. Consequently, the garbage that the sewage had washed up in the ditch didn’t reek. If you could keep your cool at the sight of it, and if your stomach wouldn’t start singing the blues just for the fun of it, you were fine. I was. I guess I was simply getting used to it. However, regardless of the fact that ...