Heading for the border to Mali, reached it around 2 p.m. and everything was laid back and easy. In Mali suddenly a different world: buildings are made of clay and match with the yellow-orange land. At the insurance company we asked for a toilet, the answer was: “au brousse”. A new, very important French word for us: in the bush. The times of the “civilisation” as we know it were over. No more washrooms, no more dustbins - only the brousse. Here we also found wonderful dividends for our lucky shareholders, because everything “useless” ends up there.
Around 5 p.m. we found a nice, old little village to stay and start our Mali explorations. Again it turned out, that the animals do their best part in separating organic waste from the rest.
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