I thought you said Paris?

I know, I know - you thought I was moving to Paris, and I am, it's just that sometimes things come up that take you on a bit of a detour. And that's what happened to moi ...

Minutes before resigning from the College (of Surgeons),I received a surprise email from my old Jundee buddy, Jane. She was looking for geos to do expat fly-in, fly-out work in Mali (that's Africa, not Indonesia) - not that I was looking for geology work again but she had a database administrator role available, which was a bit more appealing to me as it wouldn't require being outside on the rigs in the 30+ heat that is the average Malian day (and night, as it turns out).

So after much deliberation and consultation with Jane (how big are the generators? i.e. will they power the air cons appropriately, and what about the food? I remember minesite catering at Jundee) I decided to take the more adventurous route to Paris - and I have now arrived in the southern corner of this hot west African nation!

And it is H-H-H-Hot ...