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Rescued Near Bandiagara

I had hitchhiked from Bamako to Mopti with overnights in Segou and San. Mopti is in the center part of Mali, a country that looks like a butterfly on the map: the southern wing is jungle and the northern wing is extremely hot and dry desert.  The town itself is on the Inner Niger Delta.

I arrived in Mopti early in the morning, in time to see early morning Ramadan prayers at the Grand Mosque, the Komoguel Mosque – a huge mud and wood framed building. It is now a World Heritage Site.  Town life stops for the morning prayers that ring out from the minarets.

Afterwards, I managed to find a place to hire a motorbike for the trip to Sangha.  It was already ridiculously hot around 9 when I started off on the motorbike on the road to Sangha.  It was 74 km to Bandiagara and another 30 km to Sangha.

Did I mention the heat?  It was hot. It was hot standing still.  It was even hotter riding on the bike – my backpack was secured but uncomfortable on my back.  The faster I went, the hotter it got.  It was like driving in a blow drier with the hot wind keeping me dry, perspiration evaporated as it formed –the bright relentless sun baked me.  Vegetation was left behind once I left Mopti.

I would stop periodically to flush water over my head and on my goat skin hat covered in fur to help retain the water.  The water evaporated quickly.  I was passing through scrub like farms, with brown stalks peeking out above parched and furrowed fields.

I began to feel lightheaded, then a little faint. I pulled over off the side of the dusty road and stopped near a dry parched field.  There was a village camp a few hundred meters away from the road. I felt blurry eyed, grabbed my camera for a quick blurry Pic, as I leaned over the side of the bike, and then slid sown into the dust beside the bike. I passed out.

In a while, I half woke – I was passing in and out of consciousness.  I felt myself being carried or dragged by some kids across a bone-dry field to some mud and thatched structure.  I was too weak to protest or ask why.

They brought me through a break in a wall into a compound of huts, around one hut and inside another more into the compound where I was gently placed down on a bed or hammock. It was a lot cooler in the darkened hut than outside. I passed out and everything went blank.  

When I gradually awoke, it may have been a few hours later, I was in a circular hut with a high pointed thatch roof.  There was light poking through an open door.  There were a few people in the hut. 

A woman handed me a gourd.  I drank the milky liquid in it.  It was cool and almost refreshing, but I was still dazed.  After ten or 15 minutes, I was offered some spicy cassava with some vegetable, which I ate. The gourd was refilled with more milky liquid.  I was coming back to life.  It was now late in the afternoon. 

I was told, in French (Mali has 12 national languages), that I was welcome to spend the night, which I weakly and graciously accepted.  I thanked them and asked if there were any villagers with cuts, which I would be happy to clean and bandage.  After a few minutes, I cleaned and bandaged two kids with nasty cuts on their legs.  After smiles and thanks all around, I was once again alone in the hut. I had no trouble falling back into a deep sleep.

After a full night sleep, I was escorted back to the road by the same kids who had rescued me the day before.  I was thankful for my rescue.  Dehydration can sneak up on you, and I had already crossed the Sahara, but the combination wind and heat caught me.

These people saved my life and just thought of it as another day, helping a stranger who would pass through and never return.  Throughout my travels in Africa, I found support and hospitality from people with little to give.  Yet they gave it freely to help a fellow human being.  

In the relative coolness of the early morning, I got back on my bike for the journey to nearby Bandiagara and on to Sangha, the heart of the Dogon country and the last village before the cliff-dwellers on the Falaise de Bandiagara of Bananin. 

Blurry pic taken as I was passing out

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