Here we are!

Sittin on the bus just arrived in buenos aires! Much more to come! Besos a todos!

On Whatever Will Be Typed in 13 Minutes

Hey folks, your correspondent here with the last communique. I have already seen my comrade off to her penultimate exotic destination, Cairo, where she will attempt to unlock the secrets of pyramid power within 24 hours (which may just be possible as she has recently acquired certain special wisdoms from Tom Robbins' Still Life With Woodpecker...our beat-up copy of which was bequeathed to the library of the Savannah Beach Inn, in Coco Beach outside Accra, FYI) before continuing on to home and the rest of her adult life (no pressure). As for yours truly, after our splendid though pricey last meal at the Affie Beach Hotel (which meal was preceeded by a lengthy and anxiety-ridden detour through the Jamestown fishing slums), as Alpha Blondy says, "wari bana," I'm down to my last 12 cedi.  It is most certainly time to this trip to be over...perhaps if it was shorter i would have wanted it to be longer, or if it was longer maybe i would have wanted it to be longer still, but for what it was, I am happy to be leaving on a last day that feels like such. 30seconds to comp logoff, ciao ! 

more news from the bagged yoghurt tour...

Yippeee! I felt that title was fairly apprpriate seeing as I have just tasted the superior delight of Bon Glacier's yoghurt in Bobo Diouloasso. After a week or two of not writing I am fairly certain this is not the only news desired, but I had to start off with that because I cannot stop thinking about it. Especially while sitting here in this rather warm cyber spot, the thought of something cold is quite enticing. Well, onto a bit better storytelling....
Luke and I have been getting quite a good taste of West African transport. From Djenne we headed out to Dogon Country in Mali. We spent our first night under heavy clouds of a warm West African thunderstorm in a village built atop a cliffside. I would love to share some photos because these words cannot truly describe, but the computer will not let me. After two nights in the small villages of Dogon country, Luke and I got motorcycle rides_ wearing our huge packs on our backs_ to the town of Bankass. Our trusty guide Madou waited with us for about 6 hours until we were able to grab a bus ride to Koro. The best part of waiting the 6 hours was that my dehydration caught up with me, I almost blacked out, and then on the bus ride I threw up out the window several times! A good start to our what_turned_out_to_be 48 hour trip to St Jeanne in Burkina Faso. Arriving in St. Jeanne felt like a warm bed with clean sheets on a cold winter's night, except it was like 40 centigrade and the sheets weren't clean, but it was amazing. We were fed right upon arrival and Luke tucked me safely into my mosquito net as  I drifted off to sleep. I awoke a little bit later that evening to sounds of Luke throwing up. It turns out we both got to get sick. Well, at least this time we were sitting still for a good moment and Luke took a day to heal. The village of St. Jeanne deserves quite a bit of describing. It is an ecovillage in its infancy. It's sister village is Aurovillage in India, Emma sound good? We spent a beautiful few days here, went a bit crazy from the isolation and made it to Bobo yesterday. The cyber time is about to run out and I would at least like to have sent out these few words so I will have to finish later. Sending you all our love.

On Big City, and Escaping It. Also: Arboriculture & A Snazzy New 'Do

First off, your correspondent must make the obligatory apology for the quality and length of this post, as we are once again faced with an atrocious keyboard situation that requires much diligence to avoid slipping into ;qssive ;isco;prehension> etc...

So again we'll let the pictures do most of the talking. The narrative is, grosso modo, that we arrived A-OK in Bamako, where we were hosted by lovely and generous Diane family (M. and Mme. and baby Fatim aka Tim Tim aka Fatim WADABAAA (lion in Bambara). HOo boy this is ruff typing i am going to start to abridge...we wandered tuff streets of bko, i got a dope haircut (called "the balotelli" [sic]) and then made our way north to historic Djenne, where we are now staying with a buddy Hamma that i met 6yrs ago traveling here, he has since started awesome Hotel Des Amis (just outside town on edge of Bani River) with with fab garden and 2 swell dogs Tarzan and Bob, we helped him plant trees today (the baoba sapling in photo will carry my name) and also walked around Bani. C and I are halfzqy thru trip, tmrw we go to Dogon territor then straight into Burkina so no internet for a while. Salaam and talk to yalls later.

Miscellanea...: Hippos on Holiday - Billy Collins

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Miscellanea...: Hippos on Holiday - Billy Collins

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bamako bound

Well not quite bound anymore as we have already made it, but I liked the alliteration. Luke and I made it into Bamako yesterday. We have been welcomed into the friend of someone Luke knows from work at Rights and Resources. Upon arriving at the Bamako airport we were well impressed with Malian hospitality; luke and i have been sharing a room with our own bathroom and full beds and a fan and three meals a day... c'est la luxe quoi. We are headed out towards Djenné tomorrow and then Dogon country. By Sunday we should be headed for Burkina Faso. Might be out of contact for a while and I have no way to upload photos at the moment, so until next time! Many stories of course, but should be told with more time. sending love to you all!

dakarois time

goat stroll on the beach

sow is sooo good. bagged yogurt! as if bagged milk wasn't enough...

mafe cookin'

lego king on mermoz beach

apres swimming at mermoz beach

really important news from Ghana. 

path down to a most excellent beach...

Mamelle beach

youssef, abubakar, and luke

soooooooo good. sooo much food. chebuwex a la nabu

thank you Moussa Samb!