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I arrived Bamako on Thursday and the Friday
isn't a Islamic holyday. I started early in Djenne and used the low temperature
of the morning. I crossed desert without trees. But in some time I saw fields for grain and in the winter by 20°, this
fields are green.
The road gone straight ahead, apparent
without end. In some times about 10 km and then came a small curve. Every
times came little villages and outside of the road stay sacks with charcoal.
The Niger came a short time before I arrived Bamako. I saw this desert and
remembered me at the Kalahari in Botswana or Namibia. |
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| Bamako |
Well, I can't tell much about Bamako. Why? It
was Friday and no holyday. So I looked for the embassy of Mauritania early
in the morning. I know, also in Islamic embassies is the Friday more holy as
a tourist. So I had not so much time for my visa. I drove in the city
and at every crossing stood police. One of this I had to stop and the man
would all see. Car licence. Driver licence. Insurance (I showed him the
green card and it was O.K.J.). Carnet de Passage. Wow, Carnet de passage -
this is in my black box in the hotel. This was the first time in Mali, where
the police would like see my Carnet. He isn't sorry. Great talk - I must go
to the big boss on the office. I saw my visa of Mauritania in the far and
offered a deal - 3000 CFA. All was ready and now O.K.. But 500 m later - the
next police man. Oh no. It was the same - result - 3000 CFA again. The city
is big. And so I had a replay of 3 times. But I had just only 5000 CFA -
banknotes. It is crazy. The finish was - 50 Dollars on the air. For nothing
and the next cash automat will come in 2500 km. No chance to correct this disaster.
So I had to cut the next day Bamako. And so I haven't many pictures of
Bamako. And why didn't I take pictures on the Friday? This is the second
reason. I needed rest. I got malaria in the second time. The mosquito of the
Mole Park. Sorry Kate, I took a bed net. But I had Fanzidar, thanks to Kate,
and I finished the malaria in some hours.
So I would like take some pictures at Saturday. Stopped my car and heard the terrible sound of a whistle. I thought no problem, I have all papers. But the policeman said, it isn't possible to parking here. He got 2000 CFA and I parked 2 m beside of the place before. Crazy. And I got my pictures of the Niger.
It is enough. And so I drove fast to North in the direction of the Mauritanian border. |
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