Sitting in a London internet cafe remembering happy breakfasts at Hotel Djenne Djenno. Recently Napoleon used to graze in the banana grove just next to the restaurant. He wasn't tied up, so sometimes he just wandered in and appeared at my table to say good morning, to the delight- or perhaps horror? of the French tourists at the next table...

More serious matters: the water is stabilising says Keita, but last weekend a whole group of tourists who were booked in to stay just went past, because they saw all the water. But we are OPEN!