while you’re reading this, Karine and I are out flying to the Mara river, northern Serengeti. The famous river where the wildebeests cross during the migration and where the crocodiles feast on them at the same time… tough life I know… back on Sunday.
like everywhere on Earth, nothing beats that to make a crying baby quiet even after vaccination.
nurse preparing a syringe.
some cool landscapes out there. Isn’t that a typical cliché of African landscape? Well I had them in my dreams since I’m a child anyway and here I am. Olemilei in the Gol mountains.
I had some fun with the nurses. 35° Celsius and they were wearing woolen hats or fleeces!! Here a bit cooler in the morning but I’m only wearing a shirt and look at the thick jacket with hood.
and still in Olemilei, goats crossing the airstrip. Believe me, the mountain is steeper than it looks on the picture.
unusual features around here, some Somali heritage maybe? And a fashion seems to happen with hair gel and straightened curls…
fashion is those colorful umbrellas, probably crap made in China and full of various poisonous chemicals. Time will tell. For your info, this place here, salt lake Natron surrounding is the driest place in Tanzania. And there was absolutely no chance that day that one of the rare tiny rains would start that day. Maybe the women heard that sun can be bad for their skin…
the welcoming sign at the hospital in Loliondo, Wasso hamlet to be precise.
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