I wake up...in a bed. I look around, and find that the nomadic tribe of the Fulani had found me blacked out, and treated me. (I also realize I had missed one more day, due to my black out, which I apologize for.) Although I can't understand their native language, I guess they are beckoning for me to rest, as they too, can tell I am very ill. After resting for a while, I try my best to explain that I NEED to survive on my own. They show me the way to Mali, after mentioning it, and I thank them and leave. After passing by large escarpements, or steep cliffs, I finally reach Mali. I await by the destined checkpoint for the helicopter's arrival.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Day 13: Rescued...Almost?
I wake up...in a bed. I look around, and find that the nomadic tribe of the Fulani had found me blacked out, and treated me. (I also realize I had missed one more day, due to my black out, which I apologize for.) Although I can't understand their native language, I guess they are beckoning for me to rest, as they too, can tell I am very ill. After resting for a while, I try my best to explain that I NEED to survive on my own. They show me the way to Mali, after mentioning it, and I thank them and leave. After passing by large escarpements, or steep cliffs, I finally reach Mali. I await by the destined checkpoint for the helicopter's arrival.
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