by phil | Nov 1, 2010 | Mali, Stories, W. Africa
I was planning on telling a tale of Ali Farka Toure’s family, fulani herders, sandy streets, bloody toilet bowls, dust, amoebas, and a tortuous quatre quatre ride with only one ass cheek on a seat. That story will come next. Right now I want to write about...
by phil | Oct 27, 2010 | Mali, Stories, W. Africa
2AM on the BT N Segou. A sheet of urine sails over my head. This is the third time tonight. Like a letter dropped into a post box, the flying saucer of piss fits through the two foot opening between the railing and the roof of the boat’s upper deck, landing in...
by phil | Oct 25, 2010 | Mali, W. Africa
Almost a month into my stay in Mali and I have not couchsurfed a single night. This is mostly because I’m staying at the incredibly well-run Sleeping Camel Hostel for $8 a night and it has been too hard to leave. It is easy to recognize the gold standard in...
by phil | Oct 22, 2010 | Mali, Stories, W. Africa
These items will be expanded in upcoming posts – Overland Bamako to Mopti – Mopti to village of Niafunke in overloaded-somehow-still-seaworthy pinasse on Niger River – Hanging out in Niafunke, meeting the rest of Ali Farka Toure’s family,...
by phil | Oct 20, 2010 | Mali, Stories, W. Africa
This post is automated. I scheduled a few before I left Bamako. While you read this I may be looking at the world’s largest mud mosque. More likely, I am sweating it out in a bush taxi, resting my feet on a goat, listening to Sekouba Traore. The paperwork for my...
