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RTS: No place to stay, part II

Extraordinary adventures from long drive back from Festival au desert in Timbuktu to Sévaré, a ride across half of Mali. Starting early in the morning and arriving late in the evening to find there is no place to crash. What would you do?

RTS: No place to stay, part I

Extraordinary adventures from long drive back from Festival au desert in Timbuktu to Sévaré, a ride across half of Mali. Starting early in the morning and arriving late in the evening to find there is no place to crash. What would you do?

RTS: La Maison Rouge, Mopti

When you think you really know the place is when you get surprised the most. Mopti in Mali, one of the poorest countries on earth has unearthed a gem of a place. Knowing the city inside out I somehow managed to miss a hotel called La Maison Rouge that has charm, friendliness and uniqueness in abundance. And is topping it all with excellent cocktails and rooms with a view of a million stars in place of a roof. Beat that if you can. I know I can’t and was taken over…

An apology, sort of, I guess…

Ermmm, I don’t know how to put this. An apology is needed I guess. To you my readers. See while I was travelling many things happened to me and some of those I’ve shared with you. Some stayed in my head waiting to see the light of this diary. Some I thought I would not share for various reasons. And some that were in the making, drafts so to speak, but never made it to you. Which is a shame. Especially because the only reason for the latter was I came back home and was overwhelmed with other events, people, projects and ideas. Getting back into daily routine. So, maybe, eeerm, those road stories of mine were left lurking in the darker parts of my head waiting and hoping for better times. And it looks like now, 10 months after the coming back home, might be the time for them to resurface.

Teberemt, finally…

Enjoying the quiet life without electricity, running water or phone network in small Tuareg village of Teberemt deep in Malian bush near Burkina Faso’s border.

Back in Mali

When you run out of options, you gotta come up with something right? So instead of going to Cotonu, Benin or Lomé, Togo I have retourned to Mopti, Mali.

RTS: The son of West Africa

The story of Little red Ted, the happy scooter, taking me around to discover the natural beauties in the country around Banfora in Burkina Faso.

Burkina Faso

Hummm, this is kinda getting a bit embarrassing. Plans evolved. Again. Not my fault I swear 😉

How often do you change your plans?

No, really. How often do you change your plans? Because I came to realize I tend to change them constantly. At least lately change of plan seems to be the phrase of the day… 😉

Another change of plan?

Surely not another passage to Europe? Is it possible? Apparently it is. And after all plans are there to be changed right? 😉