|A typical street in Bagamoyo|
We laugh our way through English lessons. They tell me they are the comedy team as they say "bling" for "bring" and "pahple" for "purple." Actually, they are learning very quickly because they are so hungry to learn. I will share some information on supplies they need as soon as I have all the appropriate details just in case someone wants to help with a donation.
The heat has intensified the last few days. We are going into summertime here. Last Saturday, I walked the couple miles to the internet cafe and when I returned home, the smell in my room was so bad that I thought another rat had died in the vent system. Turns out, t was me. I don't think I've ever smelled like that in my life. So far I haven't found a pleasant smell in Africa. There are no flowers except bougainvillea. Most people no matter how much they bathe have body odor because of the constant state of sweating, and then there is the garbage burning in front of every home and the smell of gasoline from the busses and bajaji's.
|I'll have information when I leave about some ways to help if anyone wishes to do so.|
|Playing at the Dressmakers|
|Mambo. Poa. Money. Money.|