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Busstop: Here's the view from the window of our own bus,
waiting in the buspark in Kisumu, Kenya, hoping to leave sometime soon
for Migori, Kenya 4 hours away. We've made it here by matatu (van
with legroom that's 90% of what would fit my thighbone) from Kakamega.
Both kinds of vehicle leave only when every seat is taken,
which is ecologically efficient. Ed wondered whether, if they tried
this in the US, any bus would ever leave. While we wait, a down-under
storage compartment fills up with luggage and the roof fills up with anything
you can imagine.
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Why are these kids in this boat? Surely they know it's not going anywhere.
Well, somebody told the big one with the sunglasses to get in and the rest just
went along with it. This was all so exciting that as we walked back among the
fishing nets with their drying-out minnow catch, they jostled for the opportunity
to get ahold of my fingers, 6 of which were held by 6 different kids at one point.
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Fishing boats. These ones are actually being used in the approved
manner. This is the fishing community called Okiero, near the little village
of Sori, where we drove from Gunga, location of the school we visited. That, in turn,
took a couple of hours of maneuvering around potholes to reach from Migori.
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Corner store, plus its neighbors, somewhere on the way from Migori
to Mwanza, Tanzania.
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It never rains but it pours, or so it seems these days in this part of
the world, which has had unusual doses of drought and flood. This flash flood
greeted us on entry to Mwanza. After 30-40 minutes the rain had subsided,
the water was shallower and the waiting vehicles, including our bus,
succeeded in plowing through.
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A work in progress
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Magic Square: Each row, column and diagonal adds up to 111... So rest assured
that the Tilapia Hotel, reputed to be the finest in Mwanza, has a business centre
that knows its numbers. We had lunch there before going to the nearby launch point
for the trip to Saanane.
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At the cave, which is that brown thing bulging out of the ground behind us.
This is where proselytizing missionary Alexander MacKay, for whom MacKay College
is named, hid from agents of the King (Kabaka) of the Baganda in the latter half
of the 19th century.
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Many bricks, drying in the sun, also near MacKay College. They will need
to be fired.
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One brick
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