Saturday, April 23, 2011

An impressionist painting of my African birthday










And last night, after a delicious meal at the Baffi Bistro, we first attended a Dogon music concert at the cultural centre -- enough drumming to get the adrenaline going, and then went on to the Diplomate -- how perfectly planned is that? -- where the world-remowned kora player, Toumani Diabaté played for us and everyone danced and danced and allowed the music to carry them away.

Early this morning Ben and Kyle and Orm went off to the pig farmer who provided our pig for the roast. The spit roast we were to have the other night was postponed to today -- for my birthday celebrations -- lucky me!!, so the 50+kg sow was slaughtered this morning, brought to the campsite, where a hole had already been dug for the fire and the wood already chopped -- thanks to Jescoe. Our sand mats make up the framework of the spit - very clever. Mark secured the pig to a spit with wire, scored the skin, massaged in salt and oil (is there such a thing as Kobe Pork? -- well, there is now!) and set her up. The aromas are wafting this way and making my mouth water, as we speak!

More later...


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