En route to Prison Island.
I was particularly enamoured with the tortoises on the island. Their eyes would roll back if you scratched their necks.
I spent nearly forty minutes negotiating sharp rocks and an incoming tide to get to this stairwell. My battery died as I got there.I then found a path that lead back to the beach; it was a gentle two minute walk.
The next three shots were taken while waiting to buy ferry tickets to Tanzania. The had power failed, and the excessively agitated ticket seller shouted over the buzz of a generator and one hundred or so people for me to stop taking photos. His ferry was stupid anyway.
My woman. I was taking photos of the door when it creaked ajar, placing her mild surprise in the center of my lens.
This kid cycled up to me, stopped in my way and wouldn't break eye-contact until I offered him a photo. Shooting strangers can be tricky, so I was glad for the help.
While everyone else indulged a toasty afternoon nap, I went people watching with my 55-200mm. I was really chuffed to get these kids playing through the pier.
His friend told him to flex; he didn't waste any time.
Z-bar was littered with cats. This one considered black plastic a legitimate dietary allowance. Sadly, more then a few looked genuinely haggard.
This guy will break hearts someday. His dad was selling the girls tea-cups while he mustered up a grin for me.
Coffee and ginger tea shots we sold on the corners for around 50 cents a cup. The coffee gave true meaning to the ditty 'Black Gold'.
A kitten found in the antechamber of a fabric shop. He and his two friends were well looked-after.
Jono bought second hand bowling shoes. Enigmatic.
Another child just pumped to be in the photo.
Tinted by my sunglasses.
Each evening the local hoods somersaulted their local flavour of parkour.
In the middle is Chi-Chi, our Rastafarian friend. He made sure we paid the right amounts and got to where we needed to be. It was great having him with us.
All the photos are on Flickr, should you be interested.
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