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Iedereen is hier van harte welkom en alle onderwerpen zijn bespreekbaar. We houden niet van regels, maar hebben wel vijf punten waarop gelet dient te worden:
1. Quoten van gevoelige, persoonlijke informatie wordt niet getolereerd (korte algemene quotes zijn wel toegestaan).
2. We respecteren elkaar.
3. Verdriet wordt niet vergeleken, leed is leed.
4. Olifanten is toegestaan.
5. Zo ook heinen (mits niet te lang)
5. Teuglezen wordt aanbevolen, maar is niet verplicht.
11 december - Ibi - Rust zacht Patrick
zaterdag 4 december 2010 om 22:24
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Bonjour !
The people of Mali are great, when you ride your bike through the little villages, with the tiny mud coated huts, they wave and laugh at you as of you are bringing in the winning lotery ticket !
A huge smile on their face and waving, sometimes even clapping their hands.
And when you stop you have to shake hands with most of the man.
The kids are also fun, when they do not ask for money, or a pen, or your bidon or your bike
And, sometimes when they see me late, they are scared and run away, like the wind !
Ofcourse I help them even go faster by shouting : Boehoeee !!!! And wave my arms like a ghost hahaha.
Had some great laughs with this.
The gendarmerie is also nice, not wanting to see your passport all the time but just letting you through, great !
So I survived riding out of Bamako and had some great campsites in the bush, with every night a big bottle of beer
From San I took the ferry across river Bani to cycle the dirt road to Djenne, where I am right now.
It was impossible to loose track I thought, because the path just followed the river.
How wrong I was became clear next day ...
Driving out of one of the many villages I followed a track, hoping it would lead me to the ' maintrack '.
But the path became smallet and smaller, no good ...
At the end I was cycling through swamp ...
I decide to turn my bike but where to go ?
The maintrack should be norteast from here so I walked with my bike norteast.
But then I hit a really swamp, muddy too ...
Shit, shit, shit ...
I first tried without bike, stepping over huge grass in muddy ground, slipping away.
Easy there could be snakes here, which I couldn't see.
So I made a lot of noise and managed to break through, went back for my bike and made it out of the swamp !
And, I found a little track which brought me to the maintrack, which brought me all the wah to Djenne, where I am right now !
The mosque, the greatest mud building in the world, is indeed huge !
Tomorow, in good light I will make some nice pictures I hope, before leaving for Bandiagara and Dogon country, look forward to that !
And then to Ouagadougou, if only for the name ...
Greetings !
Bonjour !
The people of Mali are great, when you ride your bike through the little villages, with the tiny mud coated huts, they wave and laugh at you as of you are bringing in the winning lotery ticket !
A huge smile on their face and waving, sometimes even clapping their hands.
And when you stop you have to shake hands with most of the man.
The kids are also fun, when they do not ask for money, or a pen, or your bidon or your bike
And, sometimes when they see me late, they are scared and run away, like the wind !
Ofcourse I help them even go faster by shouting : Boehoeee !!!! And wave my arms like a ghost hahaha.
Had some great laughs with this.
The gendarmerie is also nice, not wanting to see your passport all the time but just letting you through, great !
So I survived riding out of Bamako and had some great campsites in the bush, with every night a big bottle of beer
From San I took the ferry across river Bani to cycle the dirt road to Djenne, where I am right now.
It was impossible to loose track I thought, because the path just followed the river.
How wrong I was became clear next day ...
Driving out of one of the many villages I followed a track, hoping it would lead me to the ' maintrack '.
But the path became smallet and smaller, no good ...
At the end I was cycling through swamp ...
I decide to turn my bike but where to go ?
The maintrack should be norteast from here so I walked with my bike norteast.
But then I hit a really swamp, muddy too ...
Shit, shit, shit ...
I first tried without bike, stepping over huge grass in muddy ground, slipping away.
Easy there could be snakes here, which I couldn't see.
So I made a lot of noise and managed to break through, went back for my bike and made it out of the swamp !
And, I found a little track which brought me to the maintrack, which brought me all the wah to Djenne, where I am right now !
The mosque, the greatest mud building in the world, is indeed huge !
Tomorow, in good light I will make some nice pictures I hope, before leaving for Bandiagara and Dogon country, look forward to that !
And then to Ouagadougou, if only for the name ...
Greetings !