Turns out I'm going to Bamako about four days too late. Luke was there for Eid and by all accounts it was somewhat of a hoot. He got involved in a ritual slaughter and spent the evening gorging himself on sheep brains and dancing around wearing nothing but sheep blood.
I've made some, or all, of that up but let's not let the truth get in the way of a good yarn - Bamako sounds bonkers and as far as I can tell, is as good a place to start the trip as I could possibly hope for.
I'm pretty stoked.
Right see you all in a couple of weeks. Lukey, I'm coming to get you...
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If you want to know what really happened to Luke try: http://www.travelpod.com/members/phileasfarx
Let's be honest, if you want to know what I'm up to over the next couple of weeks you should probably following Luke's blog rather than mine. I'm just going to smear inchoate whimsy over the internet, whereas Luke's more thorough, more sensible - or at least he was before he turned into a sheep-killing psychopath.
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