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Frustrate I left Bamako and drove out the valley
of the Niger up on the hills in the North to Mauritania. Soon the tarred
road was finish and the dirt road came back. A small time after, I was back
in the lonley nature.
The desert got more power. Small plants. Small trees. Only one much sand. Apparent the plants lose the fight against the sun with her heat. But whoever oppose themself. The human and they try it to plant cereal in this dry earth. And they get it. And I saw it on the little markets beside the road. The dust will be stubborn companion more and more. Of all side the dust come in my jeep. No crack is to narrow. I gave up this fight with open end and finished the cleaning of the inside some day before. It is meaningless, then it is all the same as before some kilometre later.
It is and also will be in the next days, this is the most dirty part of my travel. My shirt are towering in the room when I hang it on a nail. It is stiff as a cardboard. The dust eat itself in the cloth and the olive-green pattern get the colours of the desert sand and are red-brown. I have cough - not of the smoke (naturally also of the smoke, but not only one) and the cough I have all along the day - dust lung. |
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| Nara |
So I came to Nara, the border village of Mali to
Mauritania. I looked for all offices of customs and police and then to a
hotel. Found a hotel - without fan and so I experienced the hottest night.
It wasn't easy to sleep. I slept after midnight when a cold wind was coming
and the temperature gone down.
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