Wonderful world on the ledge Bandiagara (continued, p.2) The next morning we went to the village of Ende, which is famous for its cloth indigo, so tourists in it far more than in other villages that we visited. The village was quite beautiful, but we stayed there very long. We looked at the souvenirs that are sold there, and then went to the village of Yaba-Talu. The day was hot. The clouds dispersed and the sun shone there piss. There was no wind at all, and we began to realize that to such heat, we do not get used to never. Our little road thermometer showed 44 degrees in the shade! We just assumed and then drank the water that the temperature was quite suitable for brewing tea. Recently we read a great phrase: "... it's not the heat, from which you sweat. This heat, which is brewed from the brain. " We ourselves like this and feel - from the cooked brains. And, of course, we sweated. Much more than we've ever sweated. House on a ledge in the early evening we walked out of the shadows and started way back up the ledge to the village Benimato (It was awful. Can not think who it is generally thought? You probably already guessed who whined all the way up the cliff on the grueling heat ). In Benimato we learned that Yo Mama and leave the next morning, and Lac advised us on the following morning to go to the nearest village, accompanied by the camp owner in Benimato, whose name was Michelle. Luck will leaving Jo and Mom, and then we will meet him for lunch and continue our planned hike in the afternoon. We have such a plan is well suited, because the village in which we were directed (Indellu), particularly popular among the tourists did not use. We had another wonderful night under the stars. Donkeys are not plowed, and it meant that everything is fine enough sleep! Our roof is in Benimato The next morning we said goodbye to Jo and Mom and, together with Michel went to the other side of the ledge. Michelle was in a plastic flip-flops with a hole in the bottom, and I have a problem with the soles of my travel shoes. Until Indellu we got very fast and long listened to Michelle and villagers exchanged florid greetings. In this salute to ask how things at the interlocutor, how his family / wife, how are the parents, whether healthy animals in the household and whether the harvest will be rich. For each question, the source replied in monosyllables, and the conversation somehow begins to resemble a lilting melody. In the Dogon, as well as throughout West Africa, greetings are very important. You can not ask any questions or to start a conversation, not having finished the greeting, otherwise everyone will think you are very badly educated. In Indellu Michel thus greeted almost everyone who caught our eye. Luck was right in Indellu tourists there, so stay in the village gave us a unique opportunity to see the life of local residents. Michelle showed us the local houses and yards, where we were treated wheat beer straight from the clay pot, which stood in the kitchen at one of the local women. ! We sat on the hillside, admiring the views of the escarpment and the valley, enjoying the warm "Phantom" and the breeze. Then Michelle came up and asked if we wanted the afternoon to see a Catholic wedding, which will be held in the village. We are very interested in the opportunity to see classic ritual in the village of the Dogon, and after a brief phone conversation with a varnish, it was decided that we stay a bit and change our plan of limiting campaign. It was a fabulous event that no one planned - it just had to happen. We were told that we will be able to photograph the ceremony (it later emerged that we are something like the official photographers). When a bride brought to the tent for the ceremonies, it was a lot of music and hymns, but even more music, song and dance was made after the groom, bride, bridesmaid and best man went on public display. We sat at the place of honor, right next to the pastor and those who should have been during the ceremony to make a speech. For us to visit dogonskoy wedding was a great honor. The ceremony lasted a long time, like all Catholic ceremony, and we really did not understand, because the action took place in the local language, but, nevertheless, the holiday was amazing. After the ceremony we were invited to dinner at another house, where we for the first time in their lives eating rice with his hands sauce. This proved to be much more complicated than might appear at first glance. We also tried the wine from raisins and wandered back and forth until the dancing began. After that, we were again seated on the best places and asked to do more photos. We really liked the music, and we are very thankful for what we have become parties to dogonskogo wedding ceremony. Wedding procession in the evening in Benimato we met Olivier and Thomas from Quebec, who also traveled to Burkina Faso after the Dogon country. May meet with them again, who knows? Just Married (stand), a bridesmaid and best man (seated) spent another night in Benimato the morning we walked 8 km to the village of Dura, and after dinner we hike through Dogon country came to an end. We were taken back in Bandiagara, the Hotel Satimbe, where we waited for our luggage and a cool shower! Start material:
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