Beasts of burden fading into dust in Timbuktu deserts

But the grunting camels Boubakar used for 35 years to ferry salt from Mali’s northern mines to this remote town were gone. This year, the trader’s 320 slabs arrived in Timbuktu on a rumbling, German-made truck. It was a castoff from the Algerian military, but it was new to Boubakar, and it had cut his journey from three weeks to two days.

For centuries, camel caravans have sauntered into this town during the cool months, loaded with large, rectangular blocks of one of the desert’s few resources: salt. It is mined from a dry lake bed in the northern village of Taoudenni and brought south by vendors who navigate by dunes and stars.

The ancient trade is not disappearing, but it is changing. And the gradual substitution of trucks for camels is just one evolution taking place in Timbuktu and the desert that surrounds it, extending north like an infinite ocean.

Out there, along with miners and traders, there are now Al Qaeda-linked insurgents in 4-by-4s.

In town, many homes are still tents or straw-and-mud structures, their floors spread with sand carried in on donkeys - residents say it keeps the interiors cooler. At one house, the children of Hamma Ould Mahmoud, the wizened imam of a small neighborhood mosque, study Koran verses written in ink on smooth wooden boards.

But the sand on the floor of Mahmoud’s front room rises to a peak in one corner, where a small table holds a dusty television, its cord snaking through the sand to a wall socket. In Timbuktu’s labyrinthine old quarter, the motorbikes that have proliferated in the past couple of years zip past clusters of sheep.

And then there is this, said Abderrahmane Ben Essayouti, holding up his Samsung cellphone. Essayouti is the imam of a mosque built in 1327, Timbuktu’s oldest. A recent rise in the number of religious schools in the town has stimulated faith, he said, and a rise in the use of cellphones has fueled trickery.

“This is more dangerous than anything!’’ Essayouti said of the phone. It can take a man’s time, he fretted, and his wife: What better way to quietly plan a rendezvous?

Not long ago, Essayouti received a call from a man who said that the imam had given him a blessing and that he wanted to repay the favor with a Mitsubishi Pajero. Essayouti simply needed to come to Bamako, Mali’s capital, and pay about $650 for shipping. The imam called a friend, a police colonel, who met with and handcuffed the swindler. At the meeting spot were religious leaders from across Mali, more gullible than he.

“All the imams were there, waiting for their Pajero!’’ Essayouti said before shuffling off to lead afternoon prayers.

Out in the dunes on Timbuktu’s western edge, Salah Ould Youba sat with his camels as the call to prayer sounded from minarets. The team had arrived the night before - traders and 60 camels laden with 300 salt slabs weighing 110 pounds each.

Youba, 35, had bought the salt three weeks before for less than $5 a slab and sold it here for three times as much. Camels are good for caravans only until they are about 6 years old, Youba said. Their teeth weaken after that, making it difficult for them to eat desert foliage and increasing their risk of starvation.

Still, he said, they are better than trucks, which require expensive fuel. Camels require leaves and water, which are free.

“It’s better with a camel,’’ Youba said. “I do not want to lose the tradition of my father and my grandfathers.’’