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Christmas and Happy New Year 2010, Malian bon noel!

Segou Since we have not stopped going into the deeper Mali ..

getting out of the main roads to reach destinations across the tracks in some cases and in others something like passable roads. The first experience was to get from Segou to Djene. So we've crossed hundreds of hectares of fields and rice paddies, which are created by the Interior called Delta, which is formed in the lands surrounding the Niger in tens of kilometers from its shores, due to the natural curve which and the flatness of the terrain.

It was amazing to discover this show green, farmers, the small towns that we have crossed, with his Sudanese style mosque. the end our goal is to reach people Djene, considered World Heritage by mosque and market. A place of great color, fish, smells and people of different features and ethnicities.

We continued our journey with the question of whether to go to Tumbuktu, for everything you hear about the situation, and among the Tuareg rebel movements, but definitely we can say is that go quiet, but not in van, so we decided to leave the van in Mopti, and continue on the Patrol of the child. Once everything is on track Duentza reddish the first part decorated with mountains in the background, but most within the arid and desert, though not absent from vegetation, donkeys, Tuareg and shongais. After two hundred kilometers turundule we reached the Niger, we crossed by ferry and soon we're in the famous city of Timbuktu. You always expect to find much more, idealizes a name. Since then this city is more name than anything else. It is a city more full of Tuareg crafts vendors, offering camel rides or going to take you to a Bedouin tent a Tuareg family. that they go in making these areas, depending on some tourists who come, martyred by the droughts that have plagued the last few decades the area, drying up wells in the interior and led to wars and tensions between Shongais and Tuaregs. The city still preserves some interesting small museum with relics the time of splendor of the place and the imposing mosque with mud, but it is still a small town more.

Following the track, and determined to make a circular turn back to Mopti,

Niafunke take the path (for the connoisseurs, the birthplace of blues musician Ali Farka Toure African). From this place we say we want to take the track is closed by the flooding of the river, but maybe there is an alternative route following a small village, and that at least we have to cross small rivers or ponds within five Boat, motor and a couple others with just a few drinks from driving the background is not very deep (bakys). Enlighten us with such an adventure, and goes on the road, all that we say that the tracks are poorly marked and there are many branches without signaling. The point is that we started the adventure by night, following another 4x4 that goes to the same route, but the speed of light. With great difficulty we are able to follow, but we do it and after crossing two bakys,

we reached a small village just Kumera and foosball playing a home with half the town to relax , in the light of Chinese lanterns, and sleeping in the same plaza with shops. Given how difficult follow the path, we decided to go with someone to guide us beyond 30 km, crossing several villages and more bakys . Along the way, the car stays in the mud and are themselves farmers (who are harvesting rice) which bring straw to put under the wheels and push the car. and so we got to Ngorky and its market.

Touregs coming by camel or horseback dressed in an amazing blue and swords, blacksmiths and artisans, tons of peanuts, .. and these 4 white as milk, with the spectacle of the people .. ! as can be, right? if they tubieran camera to take pictures, I'm sure that would be worse than us!

continue the trip by asking every few meters, pastors, and people who appear with their cars, and little by little we are closer to Ngomu, that's where the track signposted. We arrived to a small village called Dabale bambara. There are a Hammadu who explains that the river waters have risen (not speak anything but bamabara!), Said that we came to where there is less water, and perhaps be the most appropriate step. About three kilometers from town is this way, with not much water but plenty of mud, and after looking at it and looked again, everything and be convinced that not happen, the child gets a running catch in the water .. but only a few meters because the mud is thick and not allowed to proceed to the Patrol. We tried to get the car good, but there is no way forward is impossible to move the car or using the hoist and there behind a tree where the cable tie. NI plates, or branches, or mats and move it each time is more hollow. getting dark so decidimso go to sleep Hammadu house and the next day to fetch a 4x4 Ngum, which is about 25 km on foot from the place. On the way we explain that the other side of the river are more water, so the only way to continue is going back, and the solution going to recruit young men from the two nearby villages, one Badala of Bambara, and another, can not remember the name, but of ethnic the Peul. Barto child and remain camped by the river, watching the car and seeing anodadados as camel jockeys across the same river in which the Patrol sleep more brown than white. At the same time Jordi Jose and go home for the family and enjoy a night on the African family, bebindo milk, millet eating, drinking tea and trying to find a solution, they are clear. Fortunately, the younger brother of Hammadu, Amadou, was fortunate to go to school, and is the only one of the few people in place who speaks French and that makes us a little things, as well as they explain their idea. So after planting the tent, under the watchful eyes of someone who has never seen anything like it, slept in a mud house in the village, protected from mosquitoes, and in the morning after a hearty breakfast of toasted rice and millet, we recruit. Amadu has been commissioned to do so in Badala, and now all together, with axes, hoes and shovels, we went to the adjoining village of the Peul, house by house, searching for the young who want to come to help. Among them scream, argue, talk, greet and resaludan, and finally agreeing a sum of sefas Franks, we track the car, at a distance of a couple of miles. When we arrived, there is already an advance Barto and talking to Jose, so maybe we are in total about 25. Shoes off (the wearer), the water .. four screaming and lots of energy ,.... do not know if they were ten seconds or five minutes, but the car came at a time! Go joy, the whole world at a time step of the seriousness to laughter, jumping and laughing .. and how it spreads! The car is outside, the car is out!

gradually be spreading joy, and everyone goes back under his own home .. us a hand, others on the other, others are sitting, others can not stop talking .. but the car is already out! We turn to say goodbye to the family of Hammadu, which have been the most hospitable, and remake the way back, thinking that some day we must return to this place, who knows when.

The road is not easy, and one of the branches we are lost, and asking in a small village, Omar, school teacher, says he has to go to Niafunke and we could follow .. so the path becomes easier and unforgettable.

Go sigh Niafunke reach after crossing the small ferry last .. we have arrived! tumbuktu retook the road and back to Mopti, where you enter this small chronic. And with that, without more, whether or not Christmas is or is not happy new year, a thousand kisses and hugs to everyone as always, without exception, ... by the way, feel what the 4 below zero .. the 40 is not bad !!!!! love!