Early up and trying to exchange money, but exchange rates were terrible. After a stop for gasoline, the Steyr did not start again and had to be pushed. So nonstop to Bamako – without local money, almost no water, boiling heat. Landscape is the same all time, mostly savannah, strong old trees and bushes, only a few small clay house villages from time to time. Not so many donkey anymore, many horses and long horned cows. Then more and more rivers, it becomes green, and around 3 p.m. we reached Bamako. After hours in the traffic jam, a young man we asked for directions brought us to paradise: nice hotel/camping site on the bank of the Niger, huge terrace, huge swimming pool, all of us jumped into the water immediately.
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