tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635200483366934088.post1969181390436940740..comments2010-04-25T10:07:36.423-07:00Comments on The Lunatic Express: Bamako to DakarLunatic Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11308495417566107645noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635200483366934088.post-84544355974881657542008-05-05T15:50:00.000-07:002008-05-05T15:50:00.000-07:00I'm relieved to hear from you again after the long...I'm relieved to hear from you again after the long pause, and I'm sad, too, that you've arrived, knowing now that this will be among your final posts.<BR/><BR/>There IS something liberating about shedding the layers that we pile on in our first-world lives, suddenly realizing that dirty feet and absence of a shower are not the end of the world, after all. If you're lucky, they're often the beginning.<BR/><BR/>D. Rich<BR/>Phoenix, Arizona, USAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635200483366934088.post-52590751237554166792008-05-04T13:57:00.000-07:002008-05-04T13:57:00.000-07:00It was a good article up until this sentence: "I ...It was a good article up until this sentence: "I was sad to arrive". Yeah, you just wanted to ride that train forever. Maybe you felt liberated by filth, heat, noise, and claustrophobia. OK, I've got a solution to your problem. Take the train back to Bamako. You are so full of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635200483366934088.post-2731888205453439902008-05-02T10:53:00.000-07:002008-05-02T10:53:00.000-07:00Glad to hear another adventure, I was worried for ...Glad to hear another adventure, I was worried for not reading anything for over a week.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635200483366934088.post-19065444038512093892008-05-02T06:26:00.000-07:002008-05-02T06:26:00.000-07:00Was getting worried that you might have ended up u...Was getting worried that you might have ended up under one of those vehicles you write about. <BR/><BR/>I enjoyed the hypnotic tone of this blog entry. I can close my eyes and, despite sitting in a cubical, almost imagine myself rocking along in that gloriously decrepit train. It's a dreamlike world you describe, although one I would rather visit than live in.RD Padoukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17347182719715341061noreply@blogger.com