And this brave woman smiles! What a resilience after months of misery.
And the massive road work is being carried on as usual. No visible help is diverted to the people. I hope l missed something on that aspect.
There was a street some time ago...
Some residents are relocating, salvaging what they can.
Another resilient woman, laughing while spreading fish to dry.
The road work going for 100's of km in the area.
One of my previous jobs, pilot at Flying Medical Service. Real bush flying as this airstrip implies.
Technology discrepancies...
Fishermen casings around Pemba islands.
Waving at friends... I will never forget these experiences in such balloons. Here in Ruaha NP.
Not a car from the company I fly for! we meet interesting dodgy companies out there...
One of the ferries between Zanzibar and the mainland.
Many rivers flow in Tanzania, here is the Luwego.
A young woman in Zanzibar.
Different cultures and religions...
A young girl in the bush.
Workers on salt extraction fields. The glare must be painful to the yes...
Village on a tiny island next to Bwejuu island, Mafia channel.
And the reef of unnamed island.
Reef, Mafia island.
Fishermen at low tide.
A lone couple a few miles from the nearest village which is very remote.
Nothing like having an empty aeroplane for yourself over such an idyllic landscape. Opening the small window for a few pictures won't freak anyone.
But I wonder if this fisherman realizes this fact. Lack of perspective makes water looks like ...water.
Let take some height...
And down again for this lone and isolated fisherman's camp
the same picture but the top version has been heavily cropped.
The tides alter these landscapes. Fly there one hour later and the changes would be very obvious.
A little crossing to Mafia island last week, Tanzanian Indian ocean. About 10 minutes of flying between these pictures. No passengers, flying over a beautiful area, what else to ask for (except a mile high club renewal, ok…). No drone was used.
Fishermen along the Rufiji delta where fresh water starts to mingle with sea water.
Where plankton meets mudflow coming from the Rufiji river and normal sea water. The stark contrast between the 3 surfaces amazed me…
2 mud flows from the Rufiji river.
A mix of low tide, mud and plankton around this tiny island near Mafia (to be seen in the distance)
Mafia island at low tide.
Maasai girl plastering the hut with mud.
Laundry time, lake Natron, Rift valley.
Maasai warriors greeting 2 elders.
Maasai women gathering.
Fishermen spreading sardines to fry out in the sun, lake Tanganyika.
Tanga town on the Indian ocean.
Ruaha river and residents in the Ruaha national park.
Selous reserve, some side lake and river near the Rufiji river. They were created some decades ago by massive floods. The dead white trees show the waters haven’t receded to this day.
Mahale village, lake Tanganyika. The red spot is a giant fishing net being repaired.
Mafia island at low tide.
On the Indian Ocean between Mafia island and the main land, one can observe that sharp separation in the waters. Those sediments (well I guess) seem to come from the island.
Fishermen village in the Rufiji river delta.
Salt pans, lake Balangida, southern tip of the Rift valley.
Monik airtrip, lake Natron. That mountain is the active volcano Lengai.
Sunrise on the Indian ocean.
Luwegu river, southern Selous.
Drying Katasunga river, Katavi NP.
A dust devil on the burnt Katasunga plain.
A reef in the Indian ocean is by fishermen and their nets.
In the Selous reserve, some floods from 40 years ago haven’t totally disappeared. The dead white trees are numerous to tell the tale.
no topic, just some random pictures over the last months. This country, for whom can keep an eye peeled, is a wonder to fly over.
A fisherman camp on lake Eyasi in the Rift valley.
A village a few miles off Arusha. Arusha is a town, reasonably modern and provided with most amenities (though there is room for big improvement) but the bush is not far away.
Long shadows one early morning.
A delta on lake Natron, elephant grass? It looked tramped, by buffalos and wildebeest or wind? I wish there were elephants out there.
Death Valley or Dakota’s Badlands lookalike, west of lake Natron.
Lake Natron at one of the few springs.
North west of Arusha, a bit of savannah and marsh…
…and that Masai dude must have been surprised by my fly-by.
A dry riverbed. Though beware those in the rain season: flash floods kill people every year in the area. Rushing waters would fill up such a riverbed at running horse speed. I just heard the story of a Land Rover washed out by such a flood, never to be recovered, probably buried by sand and mud. Before I knew better, on a bush bicycle trip I did once pitch my tiny tent in such a spot because the sandy bottom was comfier than the rocky surroundings. I got a piece of lashing by some bush veterans later…
a salt lake south of Ngorongoro crater. These pictures were shot on one round trip flight. Quite a diversity isn’t it?
A fisherman camp in the southern area.
lake Eyasi is a salt lake south of Ngorongoro crater. It’s not as striking as lake Natron but still surprising once in a while. That was in June and after 13 years of flying in Tanzania, I got a surprise that day by spotting fishermen and a series of temporary camps alongside a freshwater river feeding the lake. Never seen or heard of them before.
Obviously vegetables are welcome too with fish.
Pelicans must be serious competitors.
A cropping of the previous pictures. Fish are smoked under the sun on these oven.
For those who wonder: Nikon D300s, well any DSLR would do, and a new lens I was experimenting, a 85mm. A light and short lens with the D300s is a good combination for me. I have used smaller lenses so far. Since I get to fly with my left hand at the same time, a long lens is not my first choice to handle with the right hand only: it’s heavy and unstable as soon as it pokes a bit out of the window. So a short lens!
lake Eyasi, south of Ngorngoro, a salt lake with very little life there, except flamingoes or pelicans, and not always either. But on the southern tip runs in a river. It must be fresh water full of fish considering the dozens of fishermen camps settled alongside that river. 13 years in the country, and I’ve never seen those camps, there or anywhere else.
Interesting that those blue tarpaulins are so common whether in refugee camps, in Masai villages or here…
OK this kind of detail is common along full rivers, dug out canoes, fish nets…but on a samll scale. Nothing like this first picture and repeated along the river.
Drying fish in the sun, or smoked as well, as I’ve spotted some smoke along some of these racks.
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