At 7:30am Bebe and I had breakfast with nice Mango jam on bread and a cup of instant coffee, and we started hiking shortly afterwards.
The sun was already up by this time, but the sky was hazy and it was windy. I was feeling quite chilly.
I had my Goretex jacket on in order to keep myself warm, but I soon started to feel hot as we kept walking. I eventually took it off an hour later.
Bebe was quite a fast-walker and also talkative. He explained a lot of things about Mali and Dogon to me. Even when I wasn't really listening to him, he still kept talking as well as walking. He also seemed to love singing. He wasn't such a good singer, but he entertained me enough.
What's been intriguing me the most since yesterday is how people in Dogon greet each other in their own language. Every time Bebe meets somebody on our way, he and the person engage in such a long greeting, which sounds like just repeating the same words over and over to me.
When I asked Bebe what he actually said to the person, he told me that one would normally ask the other;
"How are you?"
"Is your father fine?"
"Is your mother fine?"
"Are your brothers fine?"
"Are your sisters fine?" and such....
And the other would generally answer each one of these questions by saying;
"He is fine."
"She is fine."
"My brothers are fine."
"My sisters are fine." and such....
It's a pity that I don't have any video to show how long two Dogon people greet each other and how repetitive it sounds like to non-Dogon people.
Greeting in Dogon society is meant to be highly significant, especially when a young person meets a senior person. The young one is not only showing politeness to the senior, but also showing respect in such a well-mannered way. This is something that's dying out in our society these days, I guess.
We kept on walking with only one short break this morning and arrived in a village called Tireli (locally called Tereli??) around 10am.
Like those villages that I walked through with Bebe yesterday, all houses in Tireli are built along a gentle hill which is eventually connected to a huge escarpment in the back (as shown in the photo below).
While I was strolling around Tireli, I was lucky enough to encounter how those Malian-style storages could be built with mud. This man in the photos below was actually mixing mud with straw and doing everything by hand.
And the complete version of a mud-made storage will be like the one shown in the photo below. That pointy roof somehow makes it look cute to me.
Bebe cooked couscous with tomato and onion sauce for lunch today. I then also had a bottle of Coca Cola - I just desperately wanted something sparkling.
During our lunch break, Bebe told me that a tour-group of Europeans was coming to this village this afternoon and a traditional Mask Dance would be held by some villagers then. That surely sounded very interesting to me. However, Bebe emphasized that it was not free of charge to see the dance.
Money talks even in the middle of Africa....