Kevin and I are successfully to Douentza. The rest of Bamako passed uneventfully, and early Thursday morning, we got up to catch the bus. Unfortunately, Kevin got slightly Africa-ed and didn’t feel well for all of the 14 hour bus ride. Not the best way to move out of the capitol, but in the end, we made it around 11:30 at night.
The weather has cooled off a lot here. Not to say that it’s cool, per se, but it is quite pleasant out generally, and much less humid than Bamako. I think so far Kevin is adjusting nicely—Douentza isn’t luxury, but we get by. It’s rather surreal having him here. Sometimes it feels like Mali must just be some fantasy world I make up in my head, or rather that the US and my life there is when I’m here, so to bring the two together is proof that they both really exist, which is mind-boggling.
We’ve been playing a lot of Scrabble, and he’s started teaching me some Sanskrit, which is full of grammatical paradigms, just how I like it. I suppose one could argue that I shouldn’t be filling my head with other languages when my job is to get Tommo-So down, but I’m a language glutton, what can I say. I sent a message off to Tongo-Tongo today, so we’ll see if M. le Maire comes into town anytime soon. In the meantime, I continue to make progress on my grammar.
After dumping a bunch of money into repairing the motorcycle today, it’s ready for a spin outside of town. We’re going to take off after this and admire the scenery a bit.
That’s all for now. I apologize for the diminished number of posts.
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Wow I can completely understand your experience feeling surreal. It must be so weird having your U.S. life and your Mali life come together. Weird, but wonderful. I'm so glad Kevin is there to keep you comfortable and happy (and to teach you even more languages you damn gluten you, jk). Love you.
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