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Published: August 29th 2008
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boni
i was lucky cause it was market day. the city itself was beautiful, surrounded by mountains like the one you see "
major tom to ground control, is there anybody even reading this mess of a blog? well Ill just keep uploading pictures till I melt trying. Im writting in my notebook and Ill publish when I get the chance; no internet over here in the middle of god knows where, some point in the map south of the road from mopti to gao called boni.
I was suppoused to be getting a truck for 6000 from mopti to dgibo. but because of the rain therere no trucks, only four by four going from boni to dgibo. so I got a bus to a crossroad, a motorbike to boni, and Ill go in a 4x4 to dgibo. Ive seen the vehicule and well... not very promising. they said that were leaving at four, and that well get there anytime from seven pm to midnight. Ill give it one am... why am I even writting this? usually I just post whenever I have the chance and tell the story; no real time. this is werid... feels weird, fuking introspection... must be the lariam I took yesterday.
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and the lariam it was indeedn. chatever, at least I slept well that night,
the car
check how the engine is suspended with a rope... you can bet on that; nevermind the strange dreams. the 4x4 above mentioned was way worse than youll think, the engine was suspended on some chunck of wood, and fiwed with ropes and bicycles air chamber (they use em to fix anthing over here). every 8km the car had to stop cause air was getting in the carburant. also the driver was forcing it too much, but well. oh, and to start it we had to push it; of course. and because of the rain the road was so bad that it got stuck in the mud a couple of times. and the sit had a chunck of metal stabbing me in the back. at midnight we stopped in some little dogon town on the way and the choffer called a mechanic ro reppair the car. while waiting I walked around barefoot cause I couldnt find my sandals in the dark of the moonless night, I bought some nasty cookies, I didnt find a place to sit and like a good european I walked to the only light I saw, which happened to be of a woman that spoke good french, I sat in a chair she gave me and
we talked a little. I gave her the nasty cookies and she gave me some water, she went to sleep and I left wondering again in the dark in that little town, when all the tireness of the trip came at once. I couldnt give one more step, sat on the floor, then laid there and then fell asleep looking at the stars. I think it wasone of the hapiest moments in the last few months; together with the moment when I got to layon the floor of the aushcwitz train I took in mauritania. but this was not just rewaard happiness, it was pure bliss.
if youre still reading Ill tell you the rest. the chauffer; to whom lelele gave strict orders of taking very good care of me, woke me up and told me wed make night in town and leave the morning after, he took me to his house with the guy arranging the trip, who happened to be the proud son of the first person to open the commercial route from boni to dgibo. although back in the days his dad did it in bicycle and selling just cola nuts; obviously thats worth a whole
somewhere
the town where we made night had a dromedaire... wtf! novel; but Ill be happy if one day I write a story about it. in his house he gave me different thigns to eat. they all cnsisted ina mix of powdered milk, water, sugar; and some other powder: once it was something like andioka kouskous, another time something that tasted like to, another something that made the milk taste like keffir (that polish disgusting yourt).some where great; some horrendous. then he got me a mattress and I slep better than I had in ages.
the rest of the trip was just as beautiful, and we finally got to dgibo where I stayed at the "guy arranging the trip"s house. he talked about how he admired his father, and how people on the route alwas told great things about him. the bus to ouaga had left, so I stayed to sleep at his place and left in a truck the morning after (cheaper and faster). in the truck I was fascinated by the simple fact that most people around me were mossi (thats an ethnicity) and were speaking more. there is nothing unusual about it in burkina; where they are the majority, but although I didnt realize that fascination was
just part of the dreamlike state that being in burkina transported me to. and thats of course because burkina is a bit like home to me.
to sum up this long post, the trip from boni to dgibo was hard, but I enoed so so so much that you wouldnt believe. everybody I met was wonderful, the food was good and abundant (besides one of the millet powder milk miwes)... the only bad moment was when I had to watch two three hours nigerian movies dubbed in french from the afternoon till late at night, re after having taking the lariam. now THAT was a torture.
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