This was the view of the Chutes du Felou which are just outside of Kayes. After the long drive from Tambacounda in Senegal and the hassle at the police checkpoint, this was the ideal place to relax.
This was the first section of the piste we travelled along on our way to Bamako. Some sections were real hardcore off-roading and somewhere along the way I lost my front Diff guard.
The track rod was again bent after hitting a large pothole, which caused me to leave the road. I am using the standard fine adjustment tool to straighten it out.
This is where we stayed in Bamako for the few days we were there. It was not to far outside of the main town centre and was quiet and secure at night.
This is one of the typical streets in Bamako. The city was far more modern and built up that I expected and had plenty of gardens and trees around the place.
The Grand Mosquee is the worlds largest mud structure. The spikes of the outside are not just for decoration but are used like scaffolding when the structure is repaired each year after the rainy season.
The town its self also has a special style about it and we enjoyed a couples of hours wandering around looking and the buildings and shops.
This ferry crossing was towards the end of the route we took to reach Tombuctou, and gave us a great view of the river as we crossed.
I know its cheesy, but it had to be done.
In the 16th Century this was Tombouctou’s University, which had 25,000 students. It is used as a Mosque nowadays.
This is West Africa’s oldest Mosque. It was designed by the Spanish and was built by 500 masons in the 14th century.
He was one of the first 19th century explorers to make it to Tombouctou. Unfortunately for him at the cost of his own life.
This was the first of the two ferries we had to taken during our return to Sevare from Tombouctou.
On the first attempt at crossing this river I went the wrong way a got stuck. We recovered my Landy using the Dutch couples winch and took a different route across.
This was the first village that we stopped at in Dogon Country as it was market day.
This was the view from the piste as we descended from the stony plateau and on to the sandy lowlands.
This was the Dogon village that we spent our first night at, and then looked around first thing the next day.