The annual Marine Corps Ball was held in Bamako last weekend. Among us American expats, it’s the social event of the season. I even wore my tuxedo (well, the one my brother gave me). The event commemorates the birthday of the Marine Corps, and it includes a ceremony where the oldest Marine present is given a piece of cake. This year the oldest Marine was younger than me. (The youngest Marine also gets a piece of cake; he was born in 1986.)
Tomorrow we’re heading up to Dogon country for a two-day trek.