I was originally going to sharpen Adam's knife when he walked up,
knife in hand, being duller than the handle of a butter knife. I
decided against it, having thoughts in my head of a guy with a
razor sharp knife wandering around camp in the middle of the night,
in the middle of nowhere, with a whole bunch of things around that
could make his life alot better. I optedto just give him a cold drink
instead. After thanking me he wandered away. After a few minutes I
walked over, figuring what the hell, maybe a photo oppurtunity. He
was a good guy, watching his cattle in the hills outside of Kayes.

Taken in Kayes, Mali.