It was late Wednesday night when the plane bumped down on the rural runway of Bamako, Mali.  There were no runway lights and the grass on the side of pavement had a wild quality that isn’t usually associated with the airports that I am familiar with!  That wildness was immediately reinforced when the door to the plane opened and the warm dusty air of sub-Saharan Mali wafted through the cabin.  When my feet hit the tarmac, I was fully conscious of being fully, and finally, in Africa (and if I wasn’t then, I certainly was during the drive to the Cultural Center!)

I’ll try to post when schedule and internet access coincide.  There will certainly be plenty of musing and reflection and observations, but what do you want me to write about?  Throw some thoughts my way!