12th Feb 2005. Nioro, Mali

Utterly disgraceful weather today. Filthy dusty sandy gusts most of the way from Ayoun. Couldn't see the sun. Something ought to be done. I may write to the council.

More lovely tarmac all the way though. Sadly this is where it stops.
Nioro, after a lifetime in Mauritania, is Las Vegas. They have proper beer! Women with figure-hugging apparel! Trees! The lavatory situation hasn't improved though. Today's test of will involves an actual hole in the ground - not even a porcelain tray - and it's open to the elements. Semi-walled in but with a wide slice of sky above....