Well, I have returned victorious from the Sahara, having conquered its heat, dry winds, and lack of water. By that, I mean I'm at least alive and well, and also back in Accra.
Words are frankly inadequate to describe my week and a half trip to Timbuktu, and if I tried to make this a travelogue, I would end up writing for the next four hours...and let's face it, nobody's attention span is that long. So, here's the short-short version, in point-by-point format...
-Departed Accra on Saturday
-Got to Kumasi
-Ate at "MacDonald's" in Kumasi...a little street stall with a very famous name. And also no Big Macs
-Got on night bus to Ouagadougou
-Drove through dust storm; had to tie boxers around my face to breathe
-Got to the border at daylight. Got visas for Burkina Faso. Camera got stolen off the bus.
-Arrived in Ouagadougou. Took out some money at an ATM, got hassled by street bums. Ate frites with mayonnaise (French-speaking country). Went to the hotel.
-Saw a man at breakfast who looked like Dr. Beck, but was with a 17 year old hooker...so I decided it couldn't be Dr. Beck. Got Malian visa and extension for Burkinabe visa. Ate Vietnamese frog legs (really). Got on bus to Ouahigouya.
-Arrived Ouhigouya. Got accosted by man who took us to a hotel. Slept in a storage room, drank guava nectar.
-Took shared taxi in AM to Koro in Mali (shared taxi was a POC station wagon with 10 passengers...it kept breaking down en route, but the driver knew to let it stop on downslopes so it would turn over when it started to roll)
-Boarded tro-tro of DOOM in Koro; 45 C heat, crowded, no real seats, little water, 4 hour drive.
-Arrived in Mopti; nearly passed out. Ate wonderful lunch, drank 3 liters of water. Purchased a turban for Joy. Found a hotel.
-Got hassled by every person in Mali who wanted to be our guide. Found a man named Moses who was willing to lead us out into the wilderness (a familiar tale for the Theology major...).
-Realized we didn't have money to pay Moses, and that the one ATM in Mopti was broken, and that no banks changed traveller's cheques, or Ghanaian cds.
-Emergency trip with Moses back to Ouhigouya and the ATM.
-Arrival in Dogon country. Slept on top of a mud brick building under the stars.
-Hike up to the 2,000 year old cliff dwellings, originally built by the pygmies. Sudden, urgent call of nature resulted in me being the half-naked white man on the cliffs above the village - am grateful that I brought a notebook with me to jot down interesting observations...the paper came in handy.
-Afternoon "nap" to escape the oppressive heat and dust.
-Hike up another cliff to a village on top of the bluff. Nearly had to make the others abandon me to the jackals - didn't think I was going to make it.
-Sunset on the cliffs - beautiful.
-Sat around drinking millet beer (mostly non-alcoholic) and looking at the stars
-Another night on a mud-brick roof under the stars, bundling together with my fellow travellers for warmth.
-Return to Mopti; first shower in 3 days. Felt very, very good.
-The drive to Timbuktu. 6+ hours in the heat and dust off the paved road with a maniac driver going 100 KMH+ on roads I wouldn't have driven 45 KMH on. But we made good time. Crossed the Niger on a ferry, and arrived in Timbuktu.
-Realized that Timbuktu consists almost entirely of mud brick buildings, sand, and Touaregs who want you to go with them to their camps and villages.
-Rode camels out into the desert sunset. Named my camel Pedro. Reached an agreement with Pedro that, if he stopped ramming a certain part of my anatomy into the front of the saddle, I would relax my grip on the saddle and stop making him nervous.
-Arrived at Touareg camp. Traded a pair of shoes that didn't fit and a broken $3 Wal-Mart umbrella for a silver and ebony bracelet and a hand-made dagger.
-Slept under the stars. Spooned with my other group members for warmth, including the 2 redheads. Didn't get any sleep, but the stars were gorgeous, and I can now claim to have spooned with 2 redheads in the desert.
-Breakfast of tea, dates, and groundnuts. Returned to Timbuktu. Met the other group traveling from Ghana and their new member, who was from TEXAS. College Station, to be precise. Realized the only person I've met in the past 3 months who knew where my hometown was I encountered in Timbuktu.
-Another traveller realized she'd been robbed of about $400 in CFAs. Ensuing Witch-hunt revealed the pathetic nature of investigation in Mali - the only one with half a clue was the local juju-man, who had a hashish vision about who took the money.
-Chilled for the afternoon in a Touareg's house. Ate dinner, went to sleep.
-Returned to Mopti in the 4-wheel drive. Finally changed some traveller's cheques. Ran into a Ghanaian who had been deported from Algeria. Found out simultaneously about the direct bus to Kumasi from Mopti.
-Boarded Kumasi bus. Chatted about politics, the US, and university life with my new friend. Got motion sickness from the crappy roads and spewed all over Koro.
-Stopped for the night at the border, slept on the bus.
-Entered Burkina Faso. Got stopped every 10 feet by overzealous, possibly illiterate police officials who insisted on checking everyone's passports at every stop. Bus caught fire; royally cussed out the Malian who tried to shove me to the bus floor so he could exit the bus - Kevin doesn't appreciate nearly getting trampled to death on a bus. Realized the bus fire was incredibly minor; got back on the road in 20 minutes. Returned to Ghana via Paga.
-Overnight bus ride to Kumasi; arrived at 6:00. Caught 7:00 bus to Accra, arrived back on campus around 13:00.
So, that's the SHORT version. I have a story, or two, or three, or four, for every step along the way. It was the adventure of a lifetime. Of course, adventure doesn't always mean that everything was fun, but was it worth it? Oh yeah.