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I spent about three weeks in and out of Mali, travelling back and forward from Tombouctou and Nouakchott in Mauritania. This was late 1980s. In the middle of nowhere folk, men on their own, would regularly take shots at the vehicles for no reason, seemingly, other than target practice. The Red Cross even had to take the red crosses off their trucks as they were just too inviting a target.
Tombouctou was not the sort of place I'd like to live in for long - still better than London though.
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