Mali Part I
The main purpose of our trip was to go hiking in Dogon, so we headed there after Segou and got going right away in spite of worries about how things would fare in Guinea with the president's death and the speculation about where the power would fall.
The first village we stayed in was swimming in baobobs. Then I realized everywhere in Mali is swimming in baobobs - there aren't really that many trees that grow there. We travelled light and yet I still feel I was travelling heavy. Next time I'm only bringing one pair of pants.
Our guide Ibrahima was very entertaining - mainly because he was in a rush to get to his village for Xmas and we weren't the best hikers in the world. He ended up paying a couple other people to carry a bunch of our bags just to make sure we could keep a decent pace up. We even got to ditch the path a few times and light out through the bush to cut time from our trip and make it to the next town by dark.
A traditional meeting place.
Astrid looks back at Adam and Ciara, who were slowing her down. 
We slept on the roofs of Malian huts that mostly have flat roofs. It's a good place to crash - it actually gets cold and you can get a good night's sleep.
If termites ever move up to the plateau, their bridges are toast.
I had to climb up higher than the rim to make a call to check on the situation in Guinea. Everyone else just hung out on the lip of the valley.
There were a couple of traditional ladders to go down. Luckily they put up branches in case you fall: you won't fall down to the next level, too. Their ladders are tree trunks with notches cut in them.
Jess goes down the ladder.
And this is the chasm those branches keep you out of. 
Adam wasn't happy with our lunch schedule and got hungry early. 
It's hot and dusty in Mali. We tried to avoid the midday sun at all costs, but it inevitably caught us out a few times.
I had to invent a sun shade to keep it off, but the fact is it hindered circulation, which more than made up for the added shade.
We were down at the end of most days, but the area was still beautiful. Dogon doors take a ton of work to make, but they're gorgeous.
We made sure our daily portion of millet beer was included in the terms of our travel contract.
Sunrise over the baobobs.
And the day after Xmas, we woke in Ibrahima's village.
The Dogon is full of these piles of something that people dry. I believe it's cow fodder, but I'm not sure.
The main purpose of our trip was to go hiking in Dogon, so we headed there after Segou and got going right away in spite of worries about how things would fare in Guinea with the president's death and the speculation about where the power would fall.
The first village we stayed in was swimming in baobobs. Then I realized everywhere in Mali is swimming in baobobs - there aren't really that many trees that grow there. We travelled light and yet I still feel I was travelling heavy. Next time I'm only bringing one pair of pants.
Our guide Ibrahima was very entertaining - mainly because he was in a rush to get to his village for Xmas and we weren't the best hikers in the world. He ended up paying a couple other people to carry a bunch of our bags just to make sure we could keep a decent pace up. We even got to ditch the path a few times and light out through the bush to cut time from our trip and make it to the next town by dark.
A traditional meeting place.
Astrid looks back at Adam and Ciara, who were slowing her down. 
We slept on the roofs of Malian huts that mostly have flat roofs. It's a good place to crash - it actually gets cold and you can get a good night's sleep.
If termites ever move up to the plateau, their bridges are toast.
I had to climb up higher than the rim to make a call to check on the situation in Guinea. Everyone else just hung out on the lip of the valley.
There were a couple of traditional ladders to go down. Luckily they put up branches in case you fall: you won't fall down to the next level, too. Their ladders are tree trunks with notches cut in them.
Jess goes down the ladder.
And this is the chasm those branches keep you out of. 
Adam wasn't happy with our lunch schedule and got hungry early. 
It's hot and dusty in Mali. We tried to avoid the midday sun at all costs, but it inevitably caught us out a few times.
I had to invent a sun shade to keep it off, but the fact is it hindered circulation, which more than made up for the added shade.
We were down at the end of most days, but the area was still beautiful. Dogon doors take a ton of work to make, but they're gorgeous.
We made sure our daily portion of millet beer was included in the terms of our travel contract.
Sunrise over the baobobs.
And the day after Xmas, we woke in Ibrahima's village.
The Dogon is full of these piles of something that people dry. I believe it's cow fodder, but I'm not sure.
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