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June 9: A typical amount of waiting at the bus station this morning, fortunately not too long. I took a picture of a girl selling little bags of nuts.
We load onto a bus that seems to be designed as a city-transit bus. It takes us to Sevare 12 km away and we switch onto another, identical bus. We wait as it loads up.
Another long trip. We pass through San, Segou, and finally get to Bamako at night. In San we got off for lunch and bump into a local PCV, Neil, whom we met in Bamako at the beginning of our trip. A couple of hours before Segou, another PCV, Matt, boards our bus as he’s headed to Segou. I had met him briefly during the guinea worm conference. We talk for most of the time until he gets off at Segou- Mali’s second biggest city (town) with lots of cool architecture. In Bamako we get a taxi at the bus stop and it brings us right to the house. Checking in, I look to see if Erin had come by at all, but I don’t see her name. For dinner, we hard-boil some eggs I bought during the trip. We sleep on the roof, but soon move downstairs because of a rainshower. At about this time my whole respiratory system starts to get swollen or something, and it’s difficult to sleep. I take an erythromycin.
June 10 & 11: Straight to the train station. A very chaotic place, even at 7:00 in the morning, but no surprise. There are long lines in front of the three ticket windows and we grudgingly get in back of the middle one. There are many guys that offer to take you to the front of the line (for a price) but we hold our ground. When we finally get to the front, the guy in the booth says there are no more tickets. I beg and plead with the guy. I offer more money. No cigar. Finally I ask where the boss is, and he directs me to a place across the room.
After some more arguing and pleading with some people who said they worked for the station (yeah, right), they said they would try to get us tickets. I told them Kayes, Kidira, 1st class, 2nd class, I don’t care- we just need to be on that train for no more than 30,000 CFA. The guy “in charge” takes off to do his business, and another guy stays with me to assure me they’re not bandits. The train is almost ready to leave, and there’s no sign of the guy who went to fetch the tickets, but his partner assures me there’s nothing to worry about. (Meanwhile, Alan is off to the side, letting me do all the arguing.) Eventually, the guy waiting with us leads us out back and we fight the crowds as we quickly walk to one of the last cars of the train. The guy takes us to a beat up cabin at the end of the car- it barely has a place to sit, just two mangled padded benches. We take it.
While Alan makes himself comfortable in the cabin, I follow the guy back to the station lobby and we find the other guy who has the tickets. They’re for 30,000 and will take us to Kidira, Senegal. A bit expensive, but at least we won’t have to worry about staying in Kayes or finding a taxi from there. I empty out my wallet to pay, and I’m about 5,000 short. I show the guys my empty wallet and really ham it up: “Now all my money is gone. I have no way to eat or get back home. I’m just going to have to pray to god to give me food.” No tears were shed for me. Instead, I went to the train once more with the previous guy and he collected the remaining amount from Alan. (I had a brief scare when I first saw that the train was gone, but it had just moved to a different track.) Of course, the guy had to be given a cadeau for his “trouble”, even though I gave him my sob story once again.
Finally we take off. Sharing our cabin is a man from Nigeria who speaks English. He’s headed to Dakar to do something with soccer, I think. Alan asked about Sonny Abacha, to which we find out he had died three days earlier. The other guys in the cabin are some obnoxious jerks my age who apparently work as apprentices or something for the train. They have a stove and tea set up in a bucket on the floor. The ride goes on and on. I try reading a book, but it sucks so I quit. Most of the time I’m standing in the aisleway with my head almost hanging out the window. We get to Kita, which I thought we had already passed, so I was expecting a long ride. Before I know it, we get to Toukoto (where we had the 3 hour lunch the other time), so maybe the ride won’t be so long.
But it is long. It’s soon night, and Kayes just never seems to want to come. Many people are asleep, some sprawled out in the aisle. I wouldn’t mind catching a few z’s myself, by my cabin has been taken over by some strangers and sleeping bodies. So I stay at the window, thinking that Kayes is just around the next bend, which it never is.
We finally get there, and I race off the train in search of water. After filling our bottles, the girl with her bucket of water didn’t have change, so I let her keep the 500 CFA- a ridiculous price for filling two water bottles. I hurry back, thinking the train is to leave any second. It doesn’t. In fact, we’re there for another hour or
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