Born to be Wild

Back in Djenné now for nearly a week. Birgit had already arrived and Keita too. Christmas preparations are in full swing, but in between draping the solar Christmas lights  we travel around town on my Yamaha trail bike as usual and that is quite fun. She used to go out with an English Hell’s Angel in her distant past, and we laugh and sing (shout) ‘Born to be Wild’ at the top of our voices as we are crashing about Djenné to the bemusement of the locals:

keep your motor running/Head out on the Highway/ Looking for Adventure/ Or whatever comes out way! Like a true Nature's Child We were Born, Born to be Wild...!