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(The title is a play on words with a pulp fiction sort of paperback entitled "Panique à Bamako." Sorry... :-D )

Anyway, as I got off the plane in Bamako, I turned on my Blackberry (this should date things a bit) and immediately got a message from our regional security guy: "Don't go to Mali." It explained that a coup d'etat had just taken place. I immediately called our company travel agency and they booked me on the next flight out. But - my plane was the last to land for over a week, and I eventually ended up on the first to leave a week later. In the meantime, I was stuck in Bamako.

So, I went to my hotel and checked in to find a bunch of people stranded there - some of whom were supposed to leave that evening but could not. I put things in my room and cleaned up, made a few calls to let everyone know I *was* in Bamako, and then went down to see what there might be to eat in the hotel restaurant. Most people were in the lobby when I came down, watching Captain Sanago explain why there was a coup and what the new government was going to do. I must say that as a coup, it was pretty low-key. In the end, they chased the President out of the Presidential Palace and burned one room (accidentally). Trucks full of soldiers occaisionally patrolled, but there was no shooting in the air, fighting, etc.

Among all the people in the lobby, I notice there were two Asian women, both late 20s or early 30s. One was American and I asked her to fill me in on what had happened (she had been there a few days on a business trip, already). THe other was from Taiwan and was visiting for work, as well. We ate together at a large table that seated about 6 people, and started making friends with other people at the table. One was the Liberian Minister of Environment, a Liberian lady who had grown up in the US, went to Liberia as a consultant, and ended up appointed Minister. Cool lady.

To make a long story short, the Taiwanese lady had a fiancé and was a bit religious, so I figured I should leave her alone, though she was lean and athletic and nice-looking. I ended up talking to the American lady more and she related how she - from California - felt a bit stressed but had no marijana to smoke to relax. So, I offered to give her a massage, suggesting it may calm her down. We went to my room and I had her lay face-down on the king-size bed and started to give a massage. I am not trained, but I can give a fairly effective muscle massage. Afther working her back a bit, I asked her to remove her shirt, revealing a large circular Tahitian tatoo on her lower back, then bra. I worked the back then down to the butt and legs. She said she was enjoying the massage and did seem relaxed, so I asked if I could remove her shorts and underwear. She said, "yes," and as I eased her panties down her legs, I could see that she was pretty wet. I took that as a good sign. So, I massaged her butt a bit more and let my fingers brush against her labia. After getting no resistance I progressed until I was rubbing her clit and massaging her anus and she was enjoying it. Soon she flipped over and we got into some proper sex. I had some condoms, so I used those, and we both had a strong and much-needed orgasm in the lotus position. But after we relaxed and cleaned up, she said she had to go back to her room, so I let her go.

I had some appointments in town, but some were cancelled due to the coup, so with not much to do, the two ladies and I, along with a few other anglophone strandees convinced the hotel management to clean up the small swimming pool (it had debris in it) and we would play cards, eat lunch, and otherwise swim and relax by the pool all day. In the evenings, the American lady (ethnic Chinese from Tahiti, which is why she spoke French) would come by my room, usually wearing a dark blue tank top with nothing underneath. It was very inspiring as she had significant and beautiful breasts that would move and heave as she walked and really get me looking forward to an evening together in bed. I really liked how she kissed, how she felt, and loved the texture of her light-brown nipples that sat upon her full, round, pedulous breasts. She was good, and she liked what I did for her, calling me "very generous" because of the head I gave, so we definitely had several nights of stress-relieving sex in a row, but with her returning to her room each night.

In the end, the country stabilized enough that the authorities re-opened the airport and I was on one of the first planes out, with the rest leaving the next day. As I left, I got a text message from the lady saying that her "clit is still vibrating" and thanking me for the time together. We stayed in touch for a while, but she moved to a new job that required no travel and I was in Europe, so we never hooked up again. She is a great lady, though, and I hope that whoever is with her is keeping her clit (and other parts) happy. It was certainly unexpected.