I’m back in Portland. The Mali trip was great, but it’s over, and so is this blog.
Here are a number of pictures and some short films. Captions and descriptions underneath the pictures this time.
Thanks very much for visiting! Thanks, Piers, for showing me how to post videos. I still would love to get comments.

Another of Bamako's traffic circle works of art. I love 'em!

Visitors usually end up in this restaurant in Hippodrome Quarter. Good food, draft beer...
Bla bla has the same sense of “idle chatter” in French as in English…

The lady who owns the nicest restaurant in Bougouni Mali.

Everyone - like, 100% of everybody - loves solar lamps!
These are just some shots out of the vehicle window as we drove South from Bamako. The landscape gets greener rapidly as you go south, and dryer equally rapidly when you go North. This is the breadbasket of Mali.
A village – this village would have much more modern things than one that is farther from the highway. It probably is within the cellphone catchment area, so people can chat with their relatives in Bamako. It has a school that by its size probably goes up to third or fourth grade. Beyond that, though, probably means either going off for school, or, more probably, no more school.
A little town – I don’t know its name. Very very typical.

ACCESS, our partner, got a contract with the World Bank/Ministry of Energy rural electrification project to put in a biofuels plant. Very neat deal: they are working with local farmers to encourage them to grow jatropha (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jatropha) that will be pressed, and then the oil used to generate electricity. It's solar power, only it uses jatropha plants instead of panels to capture the sun. The challenge is affordability: the electricity is still way to expensive for many people, despite a heavy subsidy. This fellow is the head of the jatropha growers cooperative.

Here are some of the staff of Bougouni branch of Nyetaa Finance. They are man and wife, very articulate neat young folks.
Okay, dear reader, with that, this blog is done! Good-bye.
Wow. So, here I am about to leave. I have a less-than-ideal flight that leaves at 3:30 in the morning for Casablanca, but when I get there, I’ve set up a time to call my old and dear friend Fouad Abdelmoumni. Then on to Geneva, where I’ll see another old friend, Joanna Ledgerwood, and play the bizarre but addictive French card game Tarot, shop in a little French Sunday market, see lots of other old friends, and so on.













Nice flight. My seat mate, Larry, is an Austrian psychotherapist who works with two doctors from Bangladesh, in Seattle. That, of course, is why he was flying to Paris. When I got to the Air France business lounge here at Charles DeGaulle airport, the lovely lady at the reception steered me to the massage sign-up sheet, “a present from Air France”. And a nice present it was: a long 15 minutes of Shiatsu by Yvon, who is quite good. Now I am very relaxed, and very sleepy.