So I was running the other day while I was in village. I was out running on the main road, and was about 30 minutes into my run. I'd wave at cars when they passed me and yell a greeting to people out in the fields. Suddenly, a car passed me, going my same direction, and slowed to a stop just ahead of me. The driver never turned off the engine, and as I approached, I was pretty uncertain about what was going on. Cars in Mali aren't reliable so perhaps the car was having issues. But as I got closer, and eventually came up even with the car, the driver popped out. And offered me a ride to San.
Of course, I was running that direction, and people don't often go for runs like that. Especially not in the farm lands where people are out in the fields all day, working in the heat and the sun. But never have I ever had someone stop to offer me relief from my run. It was a surprise to him that I would be out running for exercise. Cross cultural exchange!
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