Here we spent 3 days walking along the base of the escarpment, through villages where cars are rarely seen and donkey carts are the vehicle of burden. Occasional motorbikes provide an alternative form of transport, but walking along sandy tracks is still the most common.
Climbing down the escarpment to the floor below was a challenge for those like me who don't like heights. It was a very rocky, steep path but was fortunately shaded most of the way.
As we walked we explored the villages, their mud houses, conical-topped granaries and the cliff-top remnants of the earlier inhabitants - the Tellem, a pygmy race who the Dogon replaced. The Tellem built their cemeteries high up on the cliff faces, where they can still be seen today.
I enjoyed the opportunity to see life as it is today, a very hard life I must say. Water is obtained from central wells and carried, cooking is mostly done over charcoal braziers and women and children always seem to be carrying something on their heads.
In one village, I got the opportunity to briefly see a Christmas day church service in a Christian church.
Improvements are slowly occuring, but mostly at the initiative of the Dogon people themselves. Their wells now have hand operated water pumps courtesy of the Japanese, while below is a school built with money provided by the Dutch.
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Notice the traditional Berber and NA symbol on the traditional meeting house? Amazing...
R
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