I love getting downtown, which I've been doing more often the last few weeks.
I saddle up the old girl twice a week, feed her a can of oil, and head into the city to give extra English lessons to a Grade 12 student dreaming of getting away from the constant noise, grime and reality that is life in Tana.
I'm slowly figuring out these serpentine, cobbled streets. But every now and then I'm surprised by a market that has sprung up where cars used to crawl, or a murky mass of sludge in place of a road because someone "borrowed" the stones to use where they were more needed. And so I turn around and find a different way, all the time hoping that the Beast won't overheat and die once and for all.
The makeshift markets are overwhelming - awash with the most amazing sights, smells, noise and chaos as young and old try to eke out a living. Everything is a negotiation. And the vazaha needs to be taken for a ride.
But like the saying says, "there's no place like home" ... (Click on pictures for links to bigger photos.)
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| Take-your-daughter-to-work day |
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| Stylin' |
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| Posers |
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| Exhausted |
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