Well, we needed an angel this morning and we got one.
A wonderful smiling Malian lady cottoned on to our lack of border protocol savvy, took us under her wing, and steered our luggage onto a donkey trailer through the two miles of limbo land into Mali.
These things are basically wooden planks on wheels, dragged with impressive speed by donkey.
We were grateful to hitch a ride for a bit too as our night in the open air hadn't been perfectly restful. It also gave us a chance to chat to our new friend.
Turns out she's related to Mariam of Amadou and Mariam, the famous Malian musicians who - as irony would have it - we’re meeting up with in South Africa for the film.
We manage to get a ride into Bamako for around 5:30pm and, with directions from some friendly local cops, head for a basic little hostel called the Auberge Djamilla. Have to say I have rarely been more pleased to arrive anywhere, ever.
Next morning we bump into Bernard, the guy with big dreadlocks we nearly hitched down with from Nouakchott. He'd fobbed us off a bit back there, saying his was a long route that wouldn't suit us.
Maybe he just didn't fancy two sweaty Englishmen in his van crossing the border. On reflection, I can't say I blame him.