Dogon Country

Off we go, the guide up ahead, the driver of the car in green who decided to come along, dad hunting for his story and I bringing up the rear

Looks like the world broke away and fell 300 meters right there...

Pretty neat...this great big drop and then plains as far as the eye can see

Before the Dogons came around and set their roots here, the Tellem had build their villages directly on the escarpments. How did they get there...the best answers to date according to the guide is either strong magic or really sticky fingers!

This is the hang out spot for the old farts of the village; problems all get resolved here amongst the wise

Women's work; one's getting the food, the other is sitting breastfeeding the little one

There's mister's grain hut and Misses' grain hut...beware to the couple who doesn't respect that division!

I know this brands me as a nerd....but it's sooooo cool you can see the exact path of the subterranean water way from the tree line

The breath of life

Wouah! Toto I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!

Donne moi des bonbons; donne moi des Bic (pens); donne moi le Bidon (water bottle)

Ahhhhh Onions are invading, they're everywhere!!

Goodbye Dogon Country...'till next time

Diner in Ouakam

A little cup of Nescafe before cooking!

Marie Helene and Karina working those vegetables

Mmmmm spaghetti, cheese and red wine! What else could a girl ask for!

Les Mamelles

Notice the lighthouse in the background...it still lights up every night for passing boats

Des paillasses, une petite vendeuse de Fataya, l'ocean...

Wedding in Dakar

Djembe

Parc du Djoudj

Nesting season which is why they don't fly away even though we are floating by.

Pelicans are beautiful birds

This is Pumba...also known as a Facochere in french. I was really hoping to see Timon as well but can't ask for to much!

Pictures Saint Louis

A single baby foot table can often make up for lack of any other toys.

A minaret a clock tower and a bell...contradiction in sorts much! You can pull your own conclusions on this one.






This is where Jean Mermoz, one of the fearless pioneers of the Aeropost housed when he was in St Louis, having crossed the desert and the dangers of the moors and on his way to South America.