When we got back from lunch and getting my phone, there was a power cut in the building so I went out and took some pictures for you guys.
When I got back, my colleague (the motorcycle one – one of these days I’ll be learning his name!) decided to give me my Malian name. It’s a tradition that I had already been told about, and people constantly tease each other about their family names – you are either smaller/taller/stronger/funnier etc than everyone else, depending on your name. I am now known as Fatumata Diara – the Diara are the strongest, most honest people. We’re just like lions, really 😀