A story in photos... A'dam and Bagamoyo
Amsterdam
At the airport Schiphol... Really Rembrandt? Celebrating his 400th birthday. Posters everywhere. Huge ones, in ornate frames.
Downtown...
These posts where everywhere. In as many flavors colors are you can imagine.
Some buildings...
And from the bridge... more buildings!
A sculpture thing...
Bagamoyo
In the beginning...
So we arrived at the Dar Es Salaam airport from Nairobi and our driver from the Millennium was waiting to pick us up in the BUS to transport us to Bagamoyo.
Our first night there we walk the beach to the old German fort. Along the way the sun is setting.
Day 2?
We walked the beach again the next day. We were met by lots of children playing football and swimming. They'd run to greet us and have their pictures made with us Mzungus. hehe
One boy caught himself a young, dead crocodile. He was too afraid to pick it up with his bare hand, so he used the dead grass to drag it around. heh
We walked long distances that day. My pedometor clocked me at about 5 miles. We walked into town; first stopping at the Catholic Bagamoyo Mission, met lots of local people, and went to a crazy dance with a snake handler.
And we saw a young girl getting well water for her family. I don't work that hard now, I can't imagine doing it when I was 11 or so. That guy standing on the left looking on is Ceasar, the cheater.
This one guy danced for us because he wanted us to take his picture.
Then we stopped at this place where they were singing and dancing... It was pretty groovy.
Lots of people were there.
Including this lovely young mother.
Then it got a little loco. D00d whipped out his snake. That thing was spitting stuff everywhere. And it was fast too!
Needless to say, we high-tailed it out of there once the spitting started. It was nearly dark by then. We were still meeting people on the streets. Including this cute little girl with miss-matched flip flops. hehe
Day 3?
Later in our trip, we drove over to the ruins site of an old Islamic Cemetary in the doladola.
This monument was inevitably inspired by Amsterdam folk.
And what ruin site would be complete without an unbelievable toilet? The choo (it's the big, fort looking one), in all it's glory...
Our doladola decided it'd had enough of us mzungus, so it broke down.
And then it was ghetto doladola to the rescue!
Lisa was mighty proud of our new doladola.
She was especially fond of the equipment, such as the mirror on the ceiling.
Marqueta was pretty proud of it too! We had them drop us off before the gate to the resort, so we wouldn't be mobbed by bitches that would be jealous of our pimp ride.
When Lisa and I returned to our room, we looked out the window. We saw a dead guy lying on the ground out back.
Kay, he really wasn't dead, but we weren't sure for a while. He lay like that for hours. He must have worked there or something, because if he was just beach riff-raff the mean guard lady with the big stick would have beaten him off the property, methinks.
Day 4?
Then one day we drove over to the orphan-less orphanage to meet Terri, the owner. It's called Baobab House, named after the magnificent trees that litter Tanzania. They have a newsletter.
Although there were no orphans to be seen, there were plenty of children to enterain us by song and dance. And we returned the favor by entertaining them with their photos on our camera LCD displays. We were cleaning their little fingerprints off of our cameras for days and days.
After playing with the children for a while, we went in where some of the neighbor women taught us how to weave. Man, weaving is some hard shit! Here's Sachi learning from a breastfeeding mother. She just whipped it right out there without coverage to feed her adorable son.
After we left, it was back to the hotel for dinner and drinks. A hard day of greeting young Bagamoyos and all.
Sachi was sporting the funniest shirt ever at dinner. I had her pose for me. She wasn't aware of it's meaning when she bought it. =D I thought that was too cute! Sachi is amazing. She's been in America for 10 months and never spoke English until she arrived. She speaks quite well considering. I know I couldn't be as fluent in Japanese in such a short period of time as she is in English.
Cortelius and I were quite fond of the passion juice + smirnoff coctail at the bar for 4,000TSH.
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Lisa tried her hand with some Castle Lager. I think at first she wasn't entirely sure what to do with it.
Some random hotel shots and our dinner spoils. And I do mean spoils. I lived off of rice and bread mostly.
Baked potatoes are simply called jacket potatoes over there.
And the best looking meal we had at Millenium.
The hotel itself... If you go to the image on flickr you can see my room! heh
Marqueta and I traded comforters. Now I know why she was so eager to trade it with me! I told her it's okay to use the choo in Africa, I guess she didn't believe me. =/
The gate to the beach. To the (viewer's) left is our dinning room.
Some shots of our centerpieces at the table...
One night, before we left, we wanted to do something special for Dawood. Something that the Chancellor would appreciate too. So we all got nakie and took a photo with the beloved flag. We wanted to trade the damn flag for something good with the Masaai, but Dawood wouldn't let us.
Coming up... Zan! Stay tuned.
At the airport Schiphol... Really Rembrandt? Celebrating his 400th birthday. Posters everywhere. Huge ones, in ornate frames.
Downtown...
These posts where everywhere. In as many flavors colors are you can imagine.
Some buildings...
And from the bridge... more buildings!
A sculpture thing...
Bagamoyo
In the beginning...
So we arrived at the Dar Es Salaam airport from Nairobi and our driver from the Millennium was waiting to pick us up in the BUS to transport us to Bagamoyo.
Our first night there we walk the beach to the old German fort. Along the way the sun is setting.
Day 2?
We walked the beach again the next day. We were met by lots of children playing football and swimming. They'd run to greet us and have their pictures made with us Mzungus. hehe
One boy caught himself a young, dead crocodile. He was too afraid to pick it up with his bare hand, so he used the dead grass to drag it around. heh
We walked long distances that day. My pedometor clocked me at about 5 miles. We walked into town; first stopping at the Catholic Bagamoyo Mission, met lots of local people, and went to a crazy dance with a snake handler.
And we saw a young girl getting well water for her family. I don't work that hard now, I can't imagine doing it when I was 11 or so. That guy standing on the left looking on is Ceasar, the cheater.
This one guy danced for us because he wanted us to take his picture.
Then we stopped at this place where they were singing and dancing... It was pretty groovy.
Lots of people were there.
Including this lovely young mother.
Then it got a little loco. D00d whipped out his snake. That thing was spitting stuff everywhere. And it was fast too!
Needless to say, we high-tailed it out of there once the spitting started. It was nearly dark by then. We were still meeting people on the streets. Including this cute little girl with miss-matched flip flops. hehe
Day 3?
Later in our trip, we drove over to the ruins site of an old Islamic Cemetary in the doladola.
This monument was inevitably inspired by Amsterdam folk.
And what ruin site would be complete without an unbelievable toilet? The choo (it's the big, fort looking one), in all it's glory...
Our doladola decided it'd had enough of us mzungus, so it broke down.
And then it was ghetto doladola to the rescue!
Lisa was mighty proud of our new doladola.
She was especially fond of the equipment, such as the mirror on the ceiling.
Marqueta was pretty proud of it too! We had them drop us off before the gate to the resort, so we wouldn't be mobbed by bitches that would be jealous of our pimp ride.
When Lisa and I returned to our room, we looked out the window. We saw a dead guy lying on the ground out back.
Kay, he really wasn't dead, but we weren't sure for a while. He lay like that for hours. He must have worked there or something, because if he was just beach riff-raff the mean guard lady with the big stick would have beaten him off the property, methinks.
Day 4?
Then one day we drove over to the orphan-less orphanage to meet Terri, the owner. It's called Baobab House, named after the magnificent trees that litter Tanzania. They have a newsletter.
Although there were no orphans to be seen, there were plenty of children to enterain us by song and dance. And we returned the favor by entertaining them with their photos on our camera LCD displays. We were cleaning their little fingerprints off of our cameras for days and days.
After playing with the children for a while, we went in where some of the neighbor women taught us how to weave. Man, weaving is some hard shit! Here's Sachi learning from a breastfeeding mother. She just whipped it right out there without coverage to feed her adorable son.
After we left, it was back to the hotel for dinner and drinks. A hard day of greeting young Bagamoyos and all.
Sachi was sporting the funniest shirt ever at dinner. I had her pose for me. She wasn't aware of it's meaning when she bought it. =D I thought that was too cute! Sachi is amazing. She's been in America for 10 months and never spoke English until she arrived. She speaks quite well considering. I know I couldn't be as fluent in Japanese in such a short period of time as she is in English.
Cortelius and I were quite fond of the passion juice + smirnoff coctail at the bar for 4,000TSH.
<
Lisa tried her hand with some Castle Lager. I think at first she wasn't entirely sure what to do with it.
Some random hotel shots and our dinner spoils. And I do mean spoils. I lived off of rice and bread mostly.
Baked potatoes are simply called jacket potatoes over there.
And the best looking meal we had at Millenium.
The hotel itself... If you go to the image on flickr you can see my room! heh
Marqueta and I traded comforters. Now I know why she was so eager to trade it with me! I told her it's okay to use the choo in Africa, I guess she didn't believe me. =/
The gate to the beach. To the (viewer's) left is our dinning room.
Some shots of our centerpieces at the table...
One night, before we left, we wanted to do something special for Dawood. Something that the Chancellor would appreciate too. So we all got nakie and took a photo with the beloved flag. We wanted to trade the damn flag for something good with the Masaai, but Dawood wouldn't let us.
Coming up... Zan! Stay tuned.