Travel in Mali on motorbike

Music picked on Rokia Traoré Mouneissa album.

We travelled in Mali for 15 days, from Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso to Bamako on the way of Ouhigouya and dogon country.

It was a 125 motorbike, 5 speeds. It was good enough to drive on sand and dirt roads.

We drove a bit more than 2500 km.

We had a small accident on the terrible new bridge of Bamako.

We drove 30 km in 3 hours and half on a sand “road” (not a road, even just sand!)

We found a lot of people to help us, even without asking.

 

 


Friday market in Dori




Bobo Dioulasso, Banfora and the bite of the anopheles mosquito (Part 2)

The next day, we went by motorbikes to Saindou Pics. It was an hour of driving on a dirt road. The pics are mineral natural sculptures of grès. A long time ago (500 000 years), tribes wich were living there were benefiting from a high spot to see enemies, and to hide.

Saindou pics

One can walk all day in the area wich looks like some kind of  labyrinth. This place is amazing and I highly recommend it. Then we went back to the hotel.

The day after, I had malaria. When I woke up in the morning, I was really tired, and didn’t have any appetite. I also had a bit of a fever. When we went outside I felt really cold, but it was 30°celsius so I went to take a jumper. Then Pavel decided to bring me to a doctor. We went to the new hospital, and I  had the ,malaria blood test, for which I tested positive. The fever started to rise, and  the doctor put me a quinine drip and paracetamol. I was hoping to go back to the hotel in the afternoon, but very soon I began to vomit, and heard a constant and strong buzzing. The fever didn’t seem to stop rising. Finally, when I fainted in the corridor on the way to catch a nurse (and I remember this guy at the end of the corridor I called for help and didn’t move but told me to wait my turn as I was collapsing), I understood that I would have to stay a bit longer. Well, we spent 5 days there… We took a single room and slept both of us on the same small bed, with no sheets or anything. That room was totally utterly filled with mosquitoes. The anopheles mosquito is the species which transmits the parasite of malaria. There was one of them in this room : Pavel caught malaria too. In five days we saw two doctors : one on friday, the other on thursday (because of the week-end and the monday day-off), a lot of competent, kind and patient nurses took care of us both. I had a 40° fever for three days and then 38° for the next two days. On the third day, I decided to have a small walk at the entrance of the building. A young man was sitting outside on the ground breathing hardly, like a fish in the air. People around were quiet. There was an old woman wich were giving him water. We realized that this young man was agonizing. We understood he had yellow fever. Yellow fever is also transmitted by mosquito, but it’s not possible to heal it. It’s the only obligatory vaccination to go in Burkina. Malaria is the first cause of mortality in Burkina Faso, even higher than aids.


E no easy!

“E no easy” because in Africa, life can be really harsh but people are modest and even a big tragedy could be define by those words…


Bobo Dioulasso, Banfora and the bite of the anopheles mosquito (Part 1)

For our first holidays in BF, during october 2010, we decided to visit Bobo Dioulasso and Banfora, two towns wich are located in the South West of Ouaga. Ouaga is a red and dusty capital wich reminds me some landscapes of the Tatoïne Planet of Star Wars. The climate here  is extreme, and in october it was still really hot. As Bobo Dioulasso and Banfora are less warm and more rainy in these season, I was really happy to leave the capital. We went by bus with really comfortable TCV company. It was a 4 hours and half trip.

Bobo Dioulasso name means “the house of the Bobos and Dioulas” as the region is inhabited by Bobos and Dioulas (Ouagadougou is a mainly Moore area).

What I remember of Bobo Dioulasso are the new white train station, the wonderful ground-made mosque and the old traditional down-town filled with fermenting dolo beer and where time seemed to lost himself at the corner of a small street…

15 kilometers from Bobo, after riding 30 minutes in the bushes on a small dirt road, crossing muddy wholes, and 20 minutes walking, we arrived to Diafra, the waterfall of the sacred fishes. We brought with us a living chicken for the sacrifice. The place,  hidden under big trees which provides a green and fresh shadow, spreads a smell of blood, of dead goats skins and of wet feathers.

We went then to Banfora, spent one night in a camp near the Tingrela Lac. On the day after morning, we swam on the lake, searching for hippos… which i didn’t want to meet actually. Hippos are wild animals wich can become very aggressive. We heard them twice and it was enough. The sun was rising hardly in a sky full of clouds, as we were swimming along the lily flowers.