Hotel Segou

... 8217;Esplanade“ owners own a restaurant, as well, just across the street, or Quai Ousmane Djiré to be precise, from the hotel. The restaurant practically lies at the water edge. My motor cycle friend took me there to suggest it as a good place to ...

... instead of Mopti. But to offset that, I was now in what might easily be the best accommodation so far, a suite, an apartment really, in a hotel complete with garden and a pool, right by the Niger river. Come to think of it, not a bad trade-off, even if it ...

... early morning arrival in Bamako, and a quick sleep in the hotel, we made our way up to Ségou, the former colonial outpost. Segou is a town of faded splendour, but the town is a bustle of activity – especially along the river.  Angela and I ...

... to my packing routine in the morning, I realised I couldn't find my sun-glasses. I looked into every corner of my hotel apartment, checked and rechecked pockets and compartments in my luggage, but they were nowhere in sight. Hence, much as I refused to ...

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... an hour north of Bamako to meet a "Village Phone Operator" but inshalah we headed 300 km in the opposite direction somewhere past Segou and many Bilbao trees. This town was about 47km from a base station (cell phone tower) and was cut off from the ...

... . Were warned off several time by people not even in the field of view. Organise to move to L'Auberge, a more expensive hotel which is quite presentable, but certainly doesn't appeal the way our present hotel does. Make some phone calls to organise ...

... . We reached Segou as dusk and made our way to the quaint Hotel Djoliba owned and operated by a German man. Hotel Djoliba became our safe haven in Segou and it was a wonderful place at that. The following day we pushed east for Sevare, arrived and spent ...

... town. But we were lucky to get a taxi, after fumbling in French and agreeing on a price with the driver. He took us to a hotel where we could order a fried egg sandwich on a baguette, take a cold shower and sleep under a mosquito net for the ...

... morning, sand creeping into everything. Spent my last night in Niger in a town called Ayorou, staying in a once four star hotel that had been sacrificed to the elements: swimming pool filled with rocks, giant catering kitchen inch-deep in dust, sand ...

... dance in Tirelli on the big day. When we got back to civilisation the guys had organised a cake and a band played at the hotel- very Ali Farka Toure. As expected he music has got better in Mali, and should get better still with Bamako coming up. Anyway ...

As any overcrowded and urbanized capital city, Bamako is not able to provide a fair insight into its country. It is therefore about time to go east and discover Mali's countryside, in particular its baobabs, hut villages, red roads and flat ...

... I would, I also promised I wouldn’t take too long. After all, this Grand Mosque was so near to the „Le Cocotier“ hotel that I couldn’t imagine anything to keep me away that long. Practically as soon as I was out on the Place de la ...

... being in West Africa has really helped me remember my French (so I thank Africa for that). After Bamako the next stop was Segou , a small also colonial city on the way to Timbuktu, Moptie and Gao....Segou has really proved to be the essence of the ...

... my money!“ he snarled. We both, the girl and I, wanted to return inside when suddenly this guy from the „Tamana“ hotel who was selling souvenirs earlier in the afternoon passed by. He saw me, smiled and came up to me to shake hands. We ...

... , walked quite a distance before finding a small one. 17th - Left early and headed for Sevare.  Stopped for lunch in Segou before bushcamping for the night. Dist cov. = 359 km 18th - Drove through San and crossed by small boat over the ...

Having spent the night at Segou we wanted to stop off at Djenne en route to Mopti. We knew we wouldn't see the town on a market day (Monday) but still found ourselves a guide at the ferry. As the river was so low the crossing took only minutes and we ...