More from Dogon Country todqy where we stopped to pick up some overly tired Trekkers for a quick lift to our camp...as they threw their MEC bags in the bac, we were fairly certain we had found more Canadians and we were right! Two girls from Ontario were spending some time in Mali so we caught up on our English together!
After lunch we decided to bargain for a unique but totally impractical souvenir which we will reveal at the slide show but suffice it to say that you should never trust the guy selling you something when he assures you that international shipping isn't expensive. Having just returned from DHL's office and knowing that we can't carry this thing around, we bit the bullet but we certainly aren't buying anything else that costs twice the purchase price in shipping!!!
Dicko continues to educate and enlighten! Many of the local women will wash clothes in the river topless. The first day, he explained that foreigners often misunderstood that this was not something to stare at, but by yesterday he was referring to the Malian Missiles and how they could stop war around the world!! Funny man that Dicko!!
Our last night in Dogon, they had arranged for us to see a traditional mask dance which was particularly exceptional since we were the only tourists honored with the dance! Everyone else - and it was the whole village - was local!!
Just before returning from Dogon, we had to see a Dogon market which looked startingly similar to all the other markets. Nonetheless, I was getting caught up in the fun so when our guide asked if I wanted to try millet beer from a big communal bowl, well there was no hesitation at all! aftr taking a sip, I looked at Grant to see if he wanted to join the fun but he was essentially recoiled in horror! He just shook his head and said...the price of his immodium just went up! Now, in my defense I did quickly calculate that this was alcohol so I was probably safe in terms of local undigestibles in the water but Grant was convinved that Cipro was goung to be needed! I was so concerned, I think I walked around with clenched butt cheeks for three hours in the horrible anticipation! I am happy to reprt that I either have the intestinal fortitude of a local or my theory about all alcohol being safe is entirely correct since ive felt great ever since!
Running out of time on our card here...more later!
kim and grant
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