Actually, those particular shoes are being left behind in Rwanda when we hitch a ride to Amsterdam with KLM on Friday night. As a public health service, you understand. After returning from the Seychelles late Tuesday, we’re now holed up with all our junk in a friend’s apartment in Kigali. We’ve got a few days…
Category: Photography
I’m not sure if he deals with bio-hazard material and body parts as well, or just sticks with the more mundane and pedestrian crap, but this guy plies the sidewalk outside the University Teaching Hospital in Kigali every day collecting astounding amounts of trash. What then happens with it is a mystery — presumably (but…
About half an hours walk north of our house in Kigali lies an entire world of back roads and small villages that mostly function without much connection to the hustle and bustle of big, bad Kigali. Sometimes, it’s even pretty out there, especially around sunset. It’s the end of the small rainy season, and the…
I agreed to help ISK (the International School of Kigali) with this year’s school photos — in part as a nice gesture, in part because I thought it would be good practice to run through a couple of hundred portraits in a day. It was a mixed blessing… Lots of great kids that were fun…
Dr. Stuart Chritton from Harvard is one of the wonderful physicians working with the Human Resources for Health (HRH) program here in Rwanda. He is an anesthesiologist (of which there are only 10 in all of Rwanda), but more importantly, perhaps, he is also a completely amazing teacher. I’d been hired to get some pictures…
Our 2nd day in Uganda was spent noodlin’ around in Queen Elizabeth National Park. Since it would have cost us $150 to bring our own car into the park and endless grief if the lame ol’ clunker broke down in the middle of nowhere, we opted to splurge and pay $250 to have a driver…
Just because I’m in that kind of mood (what mood is that, exactly? I haven’t a clue) and because I have absolutely nothing else on tap that’s even remotely worth posting: here’s what the private parts of a 29’er singlespeed bike look like after it’s been trashed across 30 miles of Rwandan singletrack and back…
I realize I’ve ranted and raved lately, gone off the deep end about dust and urban planning and perhaps come across as the developing world’s equivalent of a grumpy old man yelling at an empty chair. So, to make amends, this. Just because the kids around here are incredible in their own right — even…
It’s weird — even with the (smaller) wet season well underway here (viz. this sort of nonsense every afternoon), it’s still the fine red clay dust that dominates. It’s everywhere, in everything, on everything. Every self-respecting store in town starts the day by methodically wiping down the shelves, every can of beans, every bag of rice,…
