Under African Skies
August 13th 2007 Once arrived in Koni Kombuaré, Bah, our Dogon guide (see Spot Me, Greet Me, Hassle Me, Guide Me) had left us in the hands of his friend Alpha to escort us to Bankass and further beyond to the Burkina Faso border. The guy turned out to be the usual egocentric, ‘cool-man-don’t-worry-be-happy’ guy who never shut up and whose company makes one appreciate the beauty of loneliness. Had we spent f
... read more