Up early in Nairobi for flight departure. Cessie had quite a time arguing with the front dest. We had been promised a $30 fee for transportation to the airport (10 minute ride), for which they then wanted to charge us $110. The number kept changing, and I think they were hoping the clock would run out and we would just pay. Cessie held her ground, and although a cute American young woman, she feistied them with her fluent Swahili and got them down. What a fighter!
Health form reflects concerns for Ebola.
Flight to Mwanza; foggy so no views from the plane. Captain Phillips movie of choice. Hmmm.
Ride from airport and first views of local dress.
Caught napping in the lobby, Dr. Chris Connor catches up on sleep.
Mwanza is called Rock City because of the many rocks around Lake Victoria.
http://wolfganghthome.wordpress.com/2012/05/19/mwanza-tanzanias-almost-undiscovered-city-on-lake-victoria/
Maribou storks are everywhere.
Selling fish from Lake Victoria, usually Tilapia or Nile Perch. She told Cessie to go home and bring her some American clothes. Everyone things I am Cessie's mom. I am honored!
http://www.independent.co.ug/news/news-analysis/7899-lake-victoria-losing-its-fish
Cessie is working hard to overcome her creep factor for these large Maribou storks by embracing her inner bird and taking photos. These birds wander around the town freely and eat garbage and fish trimmings, so the locals call them "Health Ministers".
It's all in the presentation.
Ride in bajaj, a three wheeler. Great way to get around.
Our three Maasai friends. We all hung out at the street corner while Cessie got a sim card for her phone.
They were selling sandals they had made, but I found their own shoes most interesting. Made from tires, this was how they protected their feet from the concrete street surfaces.
We took them to get pizza, and watched them eat their first cheese. They all made a face that said "ick". Nomadics who herd cattle and use the milk, they don't have the opportunity to store and age cheese, so not in their diet. I wasn't eating any pizza, so we had an "ick" bonding moment. Chris bought 3 rungus and they all posed with them. When Samwell, the gentleman in all blue, would stand up and reach for pizza, I could see his bare torso and large hunting knife on his waist band. Very interesting young men.
I said some kind words to this dog, and he made himself a member of the pack.
Our last adventure was to walk to an Indian place for food, which we could never find, so we went to the hotel restaurant to eat and were surprised at the yummy food there. Then to bed to rest for our day of work tomorrow.
Flight to Mwanza; foggy so no views from the plane. Captain Phillips movie of choice. Hmmm.
Caught napping in the lobby, Dr. Chris Connor catches up on sleep.
http://wolfganghthome.wordpress.com/2012/05/19/mwanza-tanzanias-almost-undiscovered-city-on-lake-victoria/
http://www.independent.co.ug/news/news-analysis/7899-lake-victoria-losing-its-fish
Cessie is working hard to overcome her creep factor for these large Maribou storks by embracing her inner bird and taking photos. These birds wander around the town freely and eat garbage and fish trimmings, so the locals call them "Health Ministers".
It's all in the presentation.
Ride in bajaj, a three wheeler. Great way to get around.
They were selling sandals they had made, but I found their own shoes most interesting. Made from tires, this was how they protected their feet from the concrete street surfaces.
Our last adventure was to walk to an Indian place for food, which we could never find, so we went to the hotel restaurant to eat and were surprised at the yummy food there. Then to bed to rest for our day of work tomorrow.
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