Mali Travel Stories

I nearly killed a man to reach Timbuktu, but only after he made me dig our truck out of the sand with a stolen butter knife. Not that getting home was much easier. Once we finally made it to the fabled city, I left my driver tethered to an intravenous drip at a local hospital. Two days later, I had to hitch a ride on the cockpit floor of an overloaded Russian turboprop for the first leg of my trip back to New York.
Seeing Mali: An unexpected vision of community ensnares a dusty American en route to Timbuktu. (Post, May 20, 2001)

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