On The Edge

  Something old from a place I miss to much ....

  Refusing to navigate with torches, we slowly meandered through unknown paths by moonlight, taking unknown guessed shortcuts until a few hours later, we eventually reached the natural arch, or bridge ... and we all know how fond I am of bridges!
  Setting up camp under the arch, on a tall cliff edge, we slowly drifted off to the sound of the traditional Malian music in the Friday night festivities below us in the Town.

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