After leaving the cotton region behind, I have only a few days left to reach the border with Mali. Every day that I advance towards the Sahel, it is an
Shortly after leaving Yamoussoukro, the green tones of the southern vegetation give way to the aridity of the north. I am experiencing the reverse transition process that I experienced almost 3 months ago when I was pedaling south from the Burkinabe Sahel to the fertile south of Ghana.
I am always excited to arrive in a new country, especially when I come from crossing one that has not left with something very special inside. With the advent of the arrival, curiosity and uncertainty ignite once again like flames when pouring kerosene on a bonfire.
