Rather than trailing my feet in the waters of the river Niger, slowly progressing towards Timbuktu reciting Rimbaud as was the glorious intention for this week I am still in Djenne. An accident on the pinasse has sadly postponed our trip.
I am consoling myself by looking at the Amaryllis - surely the first in Mali!- which has sprung up from the bulbs Birgit brought from Amsterdam.
And there are other consolations too: