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.
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.
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