The train
Wrapped up with the looks, the smiles, the approaches, we were waiting for the train to leave. There is a thrill when it passes, the train separates us from the sun that is going to disappear under the horizon, long shade that falls on us hides the racket to reach the doors. The trip has its more intense points as the sweetness of the tea increases.
This is the train station to set off to Zouerate. Sometimes there are hours of delay and all this without being worked up, a prayer routines being disrupted, dissuaded.
We begin to know the people we will travel with.
The wait drags on. It is getting dark. Patience is what is needed and what there is.
We continue towards Zouerate. There is a whole night ahead. Let's see can we have a snooze. The wagon (only one) is this time a luxury from an occidental point of view. Whole with compartments, six seats each.
Taxi-brousse leaving from the train station in Chôum.
In the background Chôum enveloped in dust of the desert.
The train is commonly used to carry all types of goods needed by the villagers. Unloading is very rudimentary.
In the background Chôum enveloped in dust of the desert.
The train is commonly used to carry all types of goods needed by the villagers. Unloading is very rudimentary.
We have arrived. Where to? The train has stopped approximately 35 kilometres before Zouerate. It does not seem to be something unusual. Time to look for some transportation, which does not seem to be difficult either…