Day 40: Bamako
Everyone seems to know Toumani. As soon as I mention his name Mr Yatarra nods and points out the way to his house.
'Not right now, thanks.'
It turns out that Toumani has seven houses and no-one is quite sure which one he's in. We're told to await him at the most likely, a tall rambling complex off a baked-earth street. It's a modest enough area, but lines of broken glass and razor wire on top of the 15-foot walls of the courtyard are a bit of a giveaway. The rock star-style elusiveness and eventual arrival in dazzling white open-topped Mercedes lead me to suspect ego trouble. I could not have been more wrong.
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