Le Train à Bamako
We were supposed to be getting a train from Dakar to Bamako in Mali, apparently one of the most horrible journeys you can ever take. The train is scheduled to leave roughly once every 8 days...ROUGHLY. As in, just turn up and hope that it didn’t leave yesterday. 'Cos you got quite a wait if it has, my friend. I suppose, then, it comes as no great surprise that the world’s most reliable train service stopped running in November. This meant we had to get an overnight bus from Dakar to Kayes in Mali (16 hours, on which the driver was literally PUMPING Ivorian dance music, ALL NIGHT. PUMPING. Barely slept a wink. Big tunes though), then get a slightly less rinsing train from Kayes to Bamako at sunrise a couple of days later. It was hot, sweaty, people were trading live chickens through the windows, we drove THROUGH a bush fire with my window wide open (I genuinely thought for a split second that I was on fire), but the scenery was pretty cool, man. So thought I’d share it with yez.
We were supposed to be getting a train from Dakar to Bamako in Mali, apparently one of the most horrible journeys you can ever take. The train is scheduled to leave roughly once every 8 days...ROUGHLY. As in, just turn up and hope that it didn’t leave yesterday. 'Cos you got quite a wait if it has, my friend. I suppose, then, it comes as no great surprise that the world’s most reliable train service stopped running in November. This meant we had to get an overnight bus from Dakar to Kayes in Mali (16 hours, on which the driver was literally PUMPING Ivorian dance music, ALL NIGHT. PUMPING. Barely slept a wink. Big tunes though), then get a slightly less rinsing train from Kayes to Bamako at sunrise a couple of days later. It was hot, sweaty, people were trading live chickens through the windows, we drove THROUGH a bush fire with my window wide open (I genuinely thought for a split second that I was on fire), but the scenery was pretty cool, man. So thought I’d share it with yez.
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