|Boats along the Niger River in Mopti that bring salt down
||Wendi in Djigibombo, the first Dogon village we visited
||Leaving Djigibombo and heading down the escarpment towards
the next village. The man with the bag on his head (he was going to the
next village and carried some of our food) is deaf and mute. He was the
easiest person to communicate with since he's very good at charades!|
|Wendi sleeping on a roof in Kani-Kombole. This roof had no
stick to support the mosquito netting, so we improvised with a chair.
||A bunch of Dogon kids in Kani-Kombole. They enjoyed laughing
at Wendi trying to climb up to the roof in her skirt and jumping to reach
the clothes drying on the line.
||Modeling the Malian clothes we'd bought in Bamako|
|The Dogon are famous for their carvings. Pictured here are
some roof supports and a door.
||This man is the king of the Dogon. He is probably in his
70s, lives in this cave in the escarpment, drinks rainwater, and has the
villagers bring him food. He only comes down once a week between 3 and 4
AM to be with his wife.
||In some of the Dogon villages, flies were particularly bad.
Here they are attracted to the jam on our breakfast