So my internal monologue as recorded by my Mali Journal is really not that interesting. But I'm posting it up anyway. And now you all know that tough bitchy girl attitude is totally a front.
Feb 2, 2006
omg this place is f-ing crazy
I love it.
Smells kinda like India – not as pungent though & a different kind of sweat (yeah weird, whatev)
On our flight from Paris to Bamako, there was this entourage of around 10 policemen escorting a criminal – I didn’t get a good look at the criminal, but one of the policemen was hott [Kam 2008: of course that was what I focusing on during an epic trip to Africa] they moved our group up from the back b/c the criminal (or maybe 3 criminals?) was there. Not safe for a gaggle of young gals to be so close. Apparently, he was bound in some kind of strait-jacket.
The airport was small & dingy – getting our luggage meant getting pushed & shoved by many many ppl.
We started speaking French right away. Yeah. Mine <-- not so good.
Had to go up 4 flights! of stairs w/ my luggage @ the hotel. We all shoved into a van & 1 car. Desi-style man.
Ok,
Au Revoir (I have to wake up at 5:30 AM & it’s 1AM)
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