|The Bandiagara Escarpment...our end goal.|
So here I go with another shoot-from-the-hip post concerning gratitude. Right after my (no-rewrite/no-edit) journal-style blog post a couple of days ago, I had a mild neurotic meltdown that was so disturbing, it made me want to have a go at it again. Kinda like shoplifting naked in a grocery store. Hey, would you be more embarrassed for being exposed in public, or for not having anywhere to hide the fruit? Sorry, folks. I get what I mean, even if you don't. So bare with me. I have a little story to share...
|Grainery buildings in Dogon village.|
My husband and I were three weeks into a two month trip -West Africa 2009 - five countries in all: Ghana, Burkina Faso, Mali, Senegal, and The Gambia. We had crossed the Burkina border into Mali the night before and were eager to get to our destination, the Bandiagara Escarpment, home of the cliff-dwelling Dogon people. We had arranged transport before leaving Burkina Faso, along with an authentic Dogon guide who went by the equally authentic name, James Brown...a funny story unto himself to be saved for later.
Our Dogon guide, James Brown, sporting the Obama shirt that we gave him, posing with a shy Fulani girl.
|The Dogon women, along with the male passengers pushing our vehicle. (Note the baby on the woman's back!)|