Although she doesn’t look too happy about it, I had to take a picture of this woman who is as colorful as the fruit she is selling. Every district we drove through was distinguished by the wares it is selling…. some had massive displays of coffee beans drying in the sun, or makeshift stands filled with bananas being loaded onto large trucks, or others with rows of dried fish stands. The traffic is pretty interesting too – plenty of “boda bodas” – motorcycle taxis carrying three to four people! I never saw an African smoking a cigarette…I asked about this and was told that they just don’t like the way it feels in their body so it never caught on here. The only real drag is that every other car emits thick black smoke – like tons of it from the exhaust pipes and the pollution is pretty bad as a result. It’s really heartbreaking to see all of this beautiful landscape going up in smoke!
