Sahel

While I was on my bus, we started passing the Sahel before moving south. We departed for a short break to strech our legs and get gas while we were on it. It was dry and wasn't the best experience. While walking in the gas station to get some water to fight off the heat, I came across a man who researches the Sahel and protects its signifigance. I began the interview. I asked him why it is so hot out here and why is their barley any water. He told me about a drought that occured in the late 1960s that shattered almost all water supply and agriculture. About 100,000 people starved and the rest migrated heavily South. Although a little more rain began to start comming and inhabinant relief programs were set up, drought and famine retured in the mid 1980s and early 1990s. He was one of the few lucky ones who managed to survive. But he still has trouble getting enough supplies to take care of his family, he told me he ussualy can only eat one meal a day and give to rest to his kids, who are weak from lack of nutition. I felt bad for that man, but I had to leave. We were going down to South Africa, passing the Savannas, and the heat was killing me. I went back to get on my bus and it almost left me. I had to run in front of it to get the drivers attention. It was a quiet ride down to the Savannas.