|We usually made this hand gesture as we yelled it...|
although that was just coincidental.
|The local mode of carrying goods.|
The girl on the left is carrying an axe on her head.
|The beach at Kendwa, Northern Zanzibar|
Memories I hadn't thought of in years came flooding back. The simple memories I don't pull out for dinner parties because there's no set story to entertain or inform those around me. Memories like the contentment of sitting on the shaded stoop of Susie's shop on a sunny day, drinking a coke baridi and chatting with the passersby I know. Or how looking at Mt. Meru as I left the baby home made the day complete.
|The eastern wall of the Great Rift Valley. You can almost reach out and touch it.|
|The streets of Stone Town, empty during Ramadan.|
|Hard at work teaching me Swahili patty cake rhymes.|
|View from the ridge of Ngorongoro Crater after our game drive.|