Market scene in Koulikoro, modern-day Mali
French vintage postcard, mailed in 1907
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Market scene in Koulikoro, modern-day Mali
French vintage postcard, mailed in 1907
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Lazy day in Koulikoro
I sleep late on Saturday morning, and walk to the festival site around lunchtime to grab some food and see what's going on. The musicians from the band are eating there too, chilling out after the long concert the previous night. They invite me to join them on a boat across the river to the beach that afternoon.
We walk down to the river a little further upstream. It's a hive of activity - people digging, sifting and sorting large piles of gravel and sand into lorries and boats. Laundry is lying out to dry on the sandy beds. We negotiate a passage in a pirogue across to the other side and wade into the water to reach the boat. The water's warm - and on this side of the river, decidedly dirty. I try not to think about the risk of catching Bilharzia (water-borne parasite)..... The beach on the other side looks so inviting.
Leaving town for a couple of days
It's been a busy few days - lots to report, but no time to write....Off to the Daoulaba festival in Koulikoro in the morning - and getting out of the dust of Bamako for the weekend. It's a festival of music, textiles and fashion - run by a group of dynamic women, and highlighting the crisis in the Malian cotton industry. I need to find somewhere to stay for a couple of nights, but have some leads, so think I'll just sort that when I get there. I may even get to stay on a large boat owned by the company that's done all the production management for the festival.
Then I need to plan my trip to Ouagadougou in Burkina Faso - where I've been invited to be a member of the international jury for the International Festival of Theatre for Development, that involves theatre companies from Western and Central Africa, as well as France, Belgium and Germany. Bus or plane......