It's hard to imagine, when being transported up and down cliffs by swarms of sure-footed Cute Kids, that Mali hasn't become a major locus of sex tourism. Is the funnest way you can think of to destroy, no, wait, utilize in the market economy, the childhood of the kids who don't get to be guides, to kidnap them and sell them to be exploited as slaves on a Ghanaian cacao plantation? This happens, by the way, a lot; a lot more than Vietnamese teenyboppers hang with Gary Glitter. Sit down with a nice cup of coffee or hot chocolate and think how proud you are not to be a pedophile.
