Sunset in Homa Bay
A typical fishing beach. Fishermen go out in these little boats for hours at a time (often over night). When they get to shore, women crowd their boats to buy the fish and take it to market. Unfortunately, there is a rampant HIV/AIDS problem in the area as women trade sex for fish when they don't have cash.
Iconic dhow out on the water. These small sail boats are used by most fishermen on the lake.
Somehow we ended up on this tiny little island called Ringiti. There was absolutely nothing but shacks passing as homes, a small school, and fishing boats. We were lucky to find a "guest house"--corrugated iron sheets for walls, no electricity, and no water. I'm pretty sure their main patrons are not mzungu tourists.
My brother Ray (and Becky in the background). He loves to mess with my electronics. Somehow he discovered the photo booth program on my computer. Currently, he's obsessed with my ipod.
The whole family visiting the eldest daughter Dom at her boarding school. She's just about to take her exams that will determine if/where she is eligible to go to secondary school
A typical Kenyan butcher shop. Please take note of the axe the butcher is swinging wildly at the chunk of un-refrigerated beef resting on a log stump. I try not to think of the fact that the meat I eat from dinner came from this place.
Sweet ride! The typical matatu speeding away from my bus stage. 30 minutes to get to town every day in one of these luxury vehicles. Unfortunately, most blare unbearably loud music through terrible sound systems in order to lure in passengers. They also love to honk incessantly and halt to a stop any time they see anyone on the side of the road who just might want a ride.
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