Outstretched arms from Baobab trees make supplication for the Sahel. Clouds noose mountain peaks at sundown en route Kumasi. Tamale, Ghana’s bicycle town of dim lights, guinea fowls and cats keep us for a night. The road spurrs us on as our tyres ignite flames of dust from pebbled roads in Burkina Fasso. Lands flat as the eye can see conscript me to prostrate in worship. Glorious sun rises over infinity; blares down with undivided attention at noon and makes one last check before dusk.The moon resumes its shift at nightfall and illuminates stars and sky. Donkey carts, stallions and bright yellow cabs. And in the ornate state of Senegal, spiraling streetlights line the streets and they mark their horses apart with tassels and eyeshades.
On y va au Mauritania.
Sunset is Senegal.
Malian cabs.
Cotton Clouds and Dry Tree Branches
A young Baobab: Life Giver in the Sahel.
First sights of life in Malis' desert encroached farmland.
Humble mules transporting barrels of fuel.
Ghana- Burkina Fasso border.
Rocky splendour on Malian hinterlands.
Rock on.
2 comments:
Breathtaking!Well done
Thanks very much chetablog.
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