here are a few photos of the house and some photos of the neighborhood...
i felt uncomfortable taking photos of a lot of the homes people lived in around town. most are small, run down shacks and in all, are just a very sad sight.
what never ceased to amuse me were the names of the stores and the different signs around town. my favorites were the "hilary clinton shop" (sadly, i didn't get a photo) and the "obama '08 shop" (no photo of that one either). whenever people would ask me where i was from and i would tell them new york city in america, i always got this response: "obama! jay-z! rihanna!"
(main ccs house where i lived)
(bagamoyo's version of a strip mall)
i felt uncomfortable taking photos of a lot of the homes people lived in around town. most are small, run down shacks and in all, are just a very sad sight.
what never ceased to amuse me were the names of the stores and the different signs around town. my favorites were the "hilary clinton shop" (sadly, i didn't get a photo) and the "obama '08 shop" (no photo of that one either). whenever people would ask me where i was from and i would tell them new york city in america, i always got this response: "obama! jay-z! rihanna!"
(main ccs house where i lived)
(bagamoyo's version of a strip mall)
(winner's driving school! god is able)
("manhat" beauty salon. i pretended they meant manhattan and got really excited.)
and here's the internet cafe where a lot of this magic was happening. well, not really that much as the connection was pretty awful.
bagamoyo was such a sweet, little town! unless it was dark. then it was scary.
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