I am a Griot that was chosen to document the Hajj of the great king, Mansa Musa. Many of us went, because such a marvelous ruler wanted and needed to be remembered forever. We are oral storytellers, of course.
The first real town we stopped at was a crude place called Taghaza. It was a salt town, and few people lived there. The thing that surprised us was that most everything was made of one material - salt! The water was brackish and it was unpleasant, so we left quickly.
The Sahara seemed endless, traveling with little water and trying to catch every detail to cement in history, I was exhausted by the end of each day. And so were the camels! Each one carried sacks full of pure gold! Imagine how heavy that was!
Everywhere we visited, Mansa Musa would give alms. Of gold, obviously. People were amazed at his generosity. He gave out so much, he even decreased the value of his own currency!
After what seemed like forever, we reached the ocean, where we would sail across the sea and toward Mecca! Finally!
We were on our way inland in a much more pleasant environment, (there was more water! Yes!) as the king continued on his hajj.We made it so far! I was so far from home!