on having a good time
8am surprise “attack” on the village of Sido, replete with balloons, flags, whistles, confetti, candy, music, a fine entourage, and plenty of honking.
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on millet
Here, grown like corn, harvested, dried upside down, and then threshed by hand.
on smiling
Sometimes, a little help is required even if it’s just a nudge, because a smile in earnest is a powerful thing. working in Falan village, south of Bamako.
what’s to eat #8
Breakfast on the go: ngɔɔmi. sourdough-like fried pancakes sprinkled with sugar, or drizzled with honey. The funny thing about street-side breakfasts in Bamako is that they never seem to be around during breakfast time: foods prepared fresh in the street (donuts, cakes, egg sandwiches) vanish by 8:30am, devoured by the masses who rose hours earlier for morning prayer. Luscious fruit stands abound on nearly every street corner, but they’re open only from early afternoon until 1:00am, 2:00am, or as late as the saleswomen can keep their eyes open. Meaning: if you’re searching for a quick breakfast around 9 or 10am…bon courage. Breakfast in Bamako waits for no one.
on harvest time
A busy season, for all. Pounding dried haricots in a wooden mortar, Dialakoroba Commune, Mali.
what’s to eat #7
The closest thing we could find to breakfast on the road, discovered at a checkpoint-cum-rest stop of sorts between Bamako and Dialakoroba: hardboiled eggs, and skinny brown paper rolls of salt.
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