Bamako, Mali's capital, is a city that impresses. It is dirty, messy, filled with many people screaming, flailing, dust, and its hot. But in the end, it leaves you with a very special souvenir. I arrived in Bamako with the legendary BK, the train Kayes to Bamako, which actually comes from the border with Senegal.
In Kayes, I had two choices: to continue on a bus that would take me on dirt roads and probably take a half day to reach Bamako, considering it had rained a lot, or take a train. The train was just about to leave. There were only tickets were in first class left.
Once everyone was on the train, we were told to get down, and that the train would leave the next day.