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... with our skirts sticking and our back sweating (it was 42 degrees, not to mention being packed into a vehicle that conducts heat mind you) we made it to the Sahel, the entrance to the Sahara desert. We climbed the sand dunes and watched the sun set with 30 or so village kids who saw us white people coming from miles away. The sun here is huge and it sets in a little more than 3 minutes.
Once the sun went down, so did the temperature, so we put ...
... or almost naked, (the people here are an absolutely stunningly beautiful race - as you will see from the photos), vehicles/bikes/scooters loaded to the gills with every imaginable thing - including the kitchen sink! They even have regular cyclists here, including a Tour du Burkina race every October, which I have to check into. I see a cycling touring trip coming up in the future (but probably in the cooler season for my friends who don't care as much for ...
... stop, and we ventured into the town and were greeted by friendly locals, showing us the way to great street food.
Our time in Bobo-Dioulasso didn't disappoint as we strolled through the market, where Shaun was able to stop off for some drumming lessons, while Karen shopped for a traditional mask. We then headed to the amazing mud mosque, and felt a little bit better about missing the biggest mud mosque in Mali. It was even cool that Shaun was able to donate his ...
... out to me that the Foreign and Commenwealth Office now disadvises travel to pretty much all touristy bits of Mali because of the threat of kidnapping by Al-Qaeda (now this blog will be read by someone at GCHQ…) I’ve decided to skip Mali; partly for this reason.
· I then put my foot in a sewer on the way back from the German medics’ student hostel (it was dark) and did two of my toes in. Bruising, blood and ...
Na Prisca showed up in front of the hotel in the morning. She rode in on her family motor-bike to see me off. I was just hauling my staff out when the guy who was a kind of hotel driver offered through Na Prisca to take me to the S.T.M.B. station in his car.
„Why not?" I said. Since he was already there. He already opened his car boot for me to stow my luggage in when I asked the natural question.
„How much would it be?“