UNFIT,FAT AND F@RTING! ONE MANS JOURNEY travel blog

Take A Picture Mate It Lasts Longer.......

Emily Showing the Tongue....

Hate These African Sunsets

Show Us Your Fingers Deb....

Who`s A Happy Girl Then......

Friendly Villagers Taking The P1ss Out Of Us.....

Cosy.....

Kalahari Ferrari.....

Bushcamp By The Ocean........

African Sunrises Are Just As Bad.....

Queen Of The Kids.........

Miss Mauretanea 2004.....

Sign Of Things To Come....

A Few Locals........

Spot The Odd One Out......

The Latest In Prickle Free Fashion.......

Debs Search For A Donkey Came To Fruition....

Another 20 Metres Gained Sandmatting.....

Might Need A Shower Soon Ken...

Amazing We Can Still Smile....Sandmatting Dirt

Dirtiest Couple On The Truck Award Goes To.......

Good Raod Through Mauretania.....

Bad Road Through Mauretania....

Best Way To Get Around...

 

Random Village Scenes Somewhere In Mauretania....1

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Finally Hitting Civilisation....

Locals Chasing Truck....

A Very Familiar Sight...

This Says It All....

Locals Fraking Out Over Digital Cameras...

Locals Waving Us Off On Our Next 5 Metre Journey....

Shovel Graveyard.....

More Of The Same....

Some Of The Many Friendly Locals......

Ahhhh A Proper Bed At Last.....Bamako

Like A Bridge Over The Niger River.....

First Clothes Wash In A While.....Bamako

Niger River Fisherman,Bamako.....


"You can stick your sandmats right up your @rse" was a phrase that I found myself uttering on numerous occasions over the past 2 weeks.Now I don't want to sound like I'm whingeing or sound ungrateful in anyway but fark me dead if I'm lying that was just about the toughest 10 days of my life where my fellow travellers and I basically carried a truck over the border from Mauretania to Mali.....

To say it was an enjoyable experience would be stretching the truth,as my idea of enjoyment doesn't involved lugging 20kg bits of 10 ft steel after a truck that is only moving about 20m at a time before getting bogged in the sand but my fellow trendsetters,thats exactly what my exhausted mentally and physically companions and I have been doing....

Now as most of you who've known me for a long time would attest, the old physical labour thing isn't quite my cup of tea and I certainly haven't changed my view on that one but it was a case of we all had to keep going and to make it doubly worse we were in a dry country so even after a hard days yakka none of us could enjoy the taste of an icey cold beer to soothe our pain...

Anyway its all over now and for once I'm actually lost for words on how to describe properly what it was like but now we are safe and well and more importantly amongst the icey cold beers again in Bamako,Mali.In a few days time I might be able to get back into my usual dribble that passes for my updates.....

Anyway, after 11 days of punishment and bushcamping we have had the enjoyment of actually having a shower,washing parts of our bodies which beleive me I never thought could get so dirty and of course washing our clothes back to sort of their original colour.I'm not ashamed to say that for my stay in Bamako I'm staying in a 5 star hotel ith a pool bar,air conditioning and best of all running water on the banks of the Niger river which runs through the city.It started off as a bit of a joke between one of my companions and I when we were looking for a campsite.We were parked near to a you beaut hotel so we thought we'd pop in and enquire about the price and most of all enjoy the air conditioning as its a balmy 35 degrees here at the moment.We ended up being shown a room and before we could say "bugger me we'll take it" we were drinking icey cold Castels by the pool side and best of all I got to lie in airconditioned comfort and watch some footy on the satellite tv this morning while room service brought coffee and croissants.....Ah the high life,I don't taste it often,in fact I don't taste it at all but after slogging my guts out and being more dirty than a really dirty thing for the pasr 2 weeks I'm not ashamed to say that I bloody love it....

Well its time for the afternoon beer session since were making up for lost time so will try to update again while in Bamako and get some more photos on....

To all family and friends we are all well and in good health all be it a little bit stiff and sore and sunburnt and most of us are in need of a handjob because of the trashing our hands have taken from lifting hot sandmats and digging alot of holes!!!

Beer o'clock beckons,so bonsoir....



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