Hello again after a long time. It seems that centuries ago since the last time we wrote on the blog. It was at Christmas, time flies and we're coming in late January, but around here people keep being told that it is winter, as you can imagine, we smelled the snow, rain and cold that have been sweeping Spain last month. Here it Only grades have been less, always above 30, which we seem insignificant, and that makes them plugged up to the neck, and catching colds, it depends on where.
With the dates of Christmas and making the holiday, Anna has come to to make a fleeting visitilla Jose, about three weeks, so the group has become a time separation. The child provided by the Patrol and joins the fragon, and Jose returns to Bamako to find petit amie sa airport while we decided to go in search of absolute peace and calm in Daari, walk to the magnificent Hand Fatima, a few miles Hombori. 
The road is perhaps the worst of the whole trip with thousands, say millions of holes of all sizes, ... craters!, But the reward is to look around and between bump and pothole thrilled by the scenery, rock formations isolated from the plain, the Falaise de Boni, the hand of Fatima. The truth that there is some sense of panic when one searches through the websites that report on the situation of the country, and specifically in the area to which we are going, but since then we found the opposite. These mountains are known to climbers around the world, and to match these holiday dates, they appear French, Russian, valencianets .. do we put teeth long, climbing the long way, as we do ourselves with a few climbing routes, bike routes to and fro,
and via ferrata that Mount Hombori up, which happens to be the highest mountain in Mali, which exceeds one thousand meters only a few hundred meters. The latter do the last day of the year, the last day no party, no grapes, no bells ...
Here, curiously seasons Daari live a Catalan, Salvador, Mali and his wife Manya, which makes us feel a little weird habit of talking back to the Catalan and Castilian as first languages and meet a family friend personage as Jordi (Jordi dius you that?), while letting go the days in their camp Chez Manya.
The truth that we were going back to Douentza after relax (more?? If more!), When they appear on the other side of the road on Jose and Anna, .. Look at your big chance, and how big the country. So we decided to return to spend a few days with them. The fact is that in that time we were taking a couple of French people to the hospital. She had a small climbing accident and needed stitches, he could only put Douentza in the hospital, about 150 km of Hombori, and of course, we were there for the good deed. Finally the next day we got together, and eat salami, ham and cheese !!!!!!! Now that's a visit rich rich! And Gifts (mil grasias rousss), letters from the pastures had, surprises that have dropped the crybaby (of dabo marta i adri!) ... Definitely the wise men have come to mali-
advantage they have come with the 4x4 we go with a guide to a small area where you see elephants, about 30 km. The truth that at first all seems a bit strange as we see them anywhere, and we are looking into a forest that does not seem so big and barely hear any noise. If you are as big as you can disappear? If we see all over the megaexcrementos, but no trace of the apricots. When we gave up after several hours, and we're back to the car appear! They are real! There! Huge, quiet, extremely fast, but we see them. Any family with children, other enorrrmes they eat, getting only hear the breaking of branches. When we see or smell, they flee and disappear rapidly among this forest of acacias, just enough time to take a picture, and one which saw we wanted too close bushes and branches, made a sign with his huge ears that our guide suggests that it is time to return before the animal is really angry! It has not been going to the zoo, has been getting a foot in their environment, their home.
Incidentally we have dedicated an afternoon to climb a little, and though hardly serve or pa off the monkey, it was nice to do in this beautiful place.
After these two weeks have to pull on the way to Mopti. Anna is not there to say goodbye to a beautiful and peaceful canoe ride along the shores of Subri of Niger. And thank you for this rich energy that has given by its ears, for errands, play cards and a touch of feminine energy that came from like! 
Jose is going to take it to Bamako and the trio headed to Djiguibombo skull to delve a little in the famous Pays Dogon. Famous is synonymous with tourism, and that definitely and unfortunately means that people often becomes a nightmare, demanding as regards the right to request and receive, collect fees .. losing the best thing about their culture, because it works for and with money. The Pays Dogon is divided by a Falaise, like a cliff of over two hundred miles long with people both at the top or foot of the cliff. And it seems that new year new life and has given us extreme sports, we venture to get into cycling. The information we had was that there were tracks between town and village, but we did not know was the large amount of sand, the kind that does not stop pedaling, just push the bike. After a few miles from this little torture, but across pretty villages, their barns hung from the walls, huge baobab trees and mangoes, we slept in a tiny town called Domduru,
which fortunately is not much visited by tourists and just being friendly and nice. They tell us that if we thought that until now had found sand, what was coming now, was 20 kilometers of sand dunes a lot. We say that the choice is up by a small step that is in front of people, but to be by bike on his shoulder, and of course we need someone porters and guide the path. I say I do not know how big heads we (or donkeys), and when we say we do not want help, what the fuck have said in Dogon, something like 'and they manage these targets. " The point is that found a trace, and then the paved road that goes directito up. Actually, we passed a beautiful place.
The most spectacular was that he began to have a strong smell, and turned out to be a small place of burial in one of the large wall shelves, a which could be accessed on foot. Going up we met with hunters, and some of the inhabitants of the area looked at us with surprise and respect, and imagine that with a bit of disbelief to see these three targets cargaos with bikes and passing. At the top we see a problem with child bike, the rear wheel does not turn, is fully locked, and right now this far away from everything and being somewhat clueless about the direction we take. Prehistoric attempts to fix the wheel are unsuccessful.
Fortunately in this world all appear in due time and there are always people everywhere, and one of them indicates a Dogon village nearby, Indall.
Alli get us fix the bike in a few hours, changing the axis of the wheel, know how and where I get the part, and show us a clue (no sand!) That took us to Bandiagara where supposedly we meet again, and with Jose and the Patrol. So after about thirty kilometers of tracks, and crops of onions we reached our destination, tired but happy to see everything that can sometimes happen within 48 hours and arrive safely!
Hence again, all close together but not mixed up, we went to Djiguibombo in search of fragonetaaa. In the village will not stop ringing all night music, and in the morning repeats. It be holding a funeral, with masks, dances and music, which has already taken all night, and repeated again in the morning. A truly lucky to have seen a ceremony of such features without being organized for tourists to see not only participate in carriers of masks and dancers, but an entire people (men only).
Hence
face the journey and road to Burkina Faso, our new country. We have miles of tracks and into a similar culture, but which also sees a way to be different. At first glance it may seem the same, but in touch with the people, is that they have received other education, (may be due to the influence which had its president Thomas Sankara in the 80's, called the Che Guevara black).
We are now in Ouagadougou, trying to arrange visas and the short story that we have a full passports, and in which there can be no more visa. Here there is no English embassy, \u200b\u200bso we diverted to the Coast Ivory in order to get a new one, but just talking today with his agent over the phone, told us that discourage totally going to visit the country by land. We then shuffled the various possible solutions, since the other possibility was Niger, and also is very stable. We'll see, well that is beginning to experience some major changes in the trip, which will explain later .... If we get a new passport for Jordi!!
Nothing more, I send kisses and hugs filled with love for all, as always, it goes without saying that I miss, and we hope you come and see us !!!!, Few things you have to live!
