Nigeria: FREEDOM Calculated number of wives (continued, part 3) When did we so badly need all the rain, we arrived at a temporary camp of our escort Aghalee, where he quickly hid in a small thatched hut. There's second wife Aghalee brought us goat cheese and camel's milk. After supper, we went to sleep next to the hut, gazing at the starry sky, slightly blurred voracious swarms of mosquitoes. Aghalee and Azgay The next day we spent walking through the valley. We managed to find an oasis with a lake, where you can swim, a waterfall, a few places with prehistoric rock paintings, a pack of baboons, and four small huts in which lived nomadic Tuareg (of Berber people, approx. Perevi.). A man can hardly live a more solitary life than the residents of this small valley in the heart of the Sahara. Tuareg live and work in the same conditions - and with the same tools - from the time of the Iron Age. Aghalee make tea, and his wife (at the eighth or ninth month of pregnancy) did everything else: cooking, cleaning, and herding cattle. On the third day, we do not hurry, went to Iferuan and eight hours walking the transition arrived at the scene. We were immediately surrounded by a crowd of local residents, and mentally we regret that left the retreat a little valley. Tuareg Village To return to the Arlit, it took us a whole day, even half a day took us out to return to Agadez - a city of beggars - famous for its 27-meter minaret of clay and a maze of old town. In this city there is a lot of travel, and the Tuareg and Fulani enrolled in traditional costumes with swords only to tourists could photograph them (and pay for it). During the last long trip by bus, we left the desert and were back in the Sahel. Again, the grass swaying in the wind, and the Sahara began to seem to be something quite unreal and dalekim.My arrived in Zinder, the former capital of the Sultanate Damagaram (state on the territory of southern Niger, which existed from 1731 until the French colonization, approx. Perevi.). Tuareg knife the day before our arrival, protesters burned tires and pelted police with stones, angry that they had confiscated the bike. Some signs of recent disturbances were still visible, but the city has already plunged into his daily routine, filled with tea drinking, laziness and inertia. Hausa home in Zinder We walked around the city, enjoying architecture Hausa (people in Western Sudan and Northern Nigeria, approx. Perevi.) And then returned to the hotel in order to gather strength and prepare for the next day. When we left Zinder for crumpled van, my excitement has continued to grow. I have a passport was incorrectly stamped visa, which is why I am getting more and more worried as we approached the border. I'm nervous, but carefully, tried to joke in broken language of the Hausa people, with representatives of border guards. Then I left Niger, and found himself in no man's land. Start material:
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